Snap. Sounds weren't important to her at 4:30 a.m. Frankly, if a bear came up and devoured her, so be it. Money. She wasn't even sure what she was seeing yet. Shapes coalesced and separated, brought into relief by a growing edge of light. Snap. The sun was sneaking up behind her, defining texture and shadow. A tree, a rock, a line of ants slowly ( Read more... )

Above the spinning ropes the red sun was gradually sucked into a distant tornado. The yellow and blue rope-twisters remained oblivious to the scene, instead delighting in their youthful yin and yang. You see, at birth their fingernails had been switched: the yellow child now had blue nails and the blue child, yellow. Little did they know that ( Read more... )

I lay in bed this afternoon, closing my eyes, expecting myself to drift off to sleep. But no. My mind had other plans for me. I was powerless to stop it. One by one, memories flashed in my mind like a slide show… nightmares rolled to form one bad movie, a movie intended only for me to see.

( Flashbacks )

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Bring on the Pain

Chain my hands
and slash my wrists
hurt me
until I hurt no more
until there is no more space
for even a single wound
and the cascading of teardrops
would no longer bring relief
until the heart shatters
into a million glittering pieces
and no amount of unseen ( Read more... )

There was a poor but good little girl who lived alone with her ( Read more... )

Flying through the night at 80 miles an hour, up and down the tall rolling hills of western Missouri, the clear night sky sparkles with millions of tiny stars. The night is warm, and with the windows of my 1978 Ford Fairmont Futura rolled down, the warm summer breeze feels good on my skin. Eerily, even in the blackness of the night, the summer ( Read more... )

there are times when she's drifting through the city streets in a bubble of silence and perfect room temperature. the outside atmosphere doesn't get in and play havoc. the noises others make are dulled and murmured through a heavy blanket. the sidewalk doesn't scuff the bottoms of her shoes ( Read more... )

where did everyone go? is this journal dead?

when this ceiling finally comes upon my shoulder ( Read more... )

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