She died:
Quad flips over and crushed her head, we breathed in and in to her, but only red blood poured from her ears. The baby gave its sweater to cover her mangled face. The blood never came out, just dried and clung to the air like life would not. So alive and so dead at once the same person.

Sunday ( Read more... )

So I sat in through most of a day with little to do and much on my mind, until I decided that I would write a short list to help me sort out what I think about my lovely friend Adam. This is what I got ( Read more... )

I'm High today. Storms and rain have lifted me past happy and the euphoria is spilling out my ears. How do you place the feeling of completion? Like a warm wind playfully tousling your hair. I stand on the precipice of my disease and whisper to myself of flight and the wings I might have ( Read more... )

Mrs. Harman the Wellness teacher is talking about Supermodels and how emaciated they are. She speaks of dark circles under eyes and brittle hair, fur growing over the whole body and ribs that poke from backs. I stare straight ahead and resist the urge to feel my back for sticky ribs.

Morning comes to fast and soon and without the light that should couple it. My alarm sounds the warning at 5:30 and my mind throws bricks at my eyes until they open. Darkness is the color of the dawn and hard breathing fills my awareness. Someone is here with me. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to remember. Remember where and who I am. I am Karlie, ( Read more... )

The music gets me every time. The piano softly singing my pain and tears gently whispering of the other One Who Suffered; sometimes I don’t cry for Luke. Sometimes I cry for God, for Jesus…. for silence. On bad days my soul is filled with silence. The girl in there closes her mind and tries to black out everything. I want to help her, that ( Read more... )

What is death? Why do we shy away from something that we do not know about? Is it simply that we grow attached to this life? Are we afraid that death will be too different? What if it is better… what if it is a beautiful secret that we are all missing? What is the purpose of this life anyway? “To live,” we say, “To live and love and be happy.” But ( Read more... )

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How does it feel to be dead? It doesn’t. There is no feeling, no desire no pain. I don't feel anything... except empty ( Read more... )