Grit between his teeth. Dry overcoming his mouth and his cheek. Slowly sucking all of the moisture out of his tongue. And the metal taste of sour dust was the only thing left. The drink of moisture only in his memory, there was no more wet. Not anymore. There was only a dream of what… Continue reading Kiss of Dust
There are times when a touch on my skin has made it crawl. I remember this feeling most clearly when I was pregnant and the crazy hormones pulsed throughout my body. Every sense was heightened during that strange and wonderful nine months. During that time, most everything that touched me sent prickles down my spine… Continue reading Don’t Touch Me
“Walk the walk”. When I hear that phrase, I know that it means something for me. Get it together. There is a way you should be acting and things you should be doing. Generally, I think I'm a pretty good person and I think I do what I’m supposed to. But when I hear about… Continue reading Who Are You to Walk the Walk?
Chatter and aching Building and breaking Too deep to find, detect or settle Shouting and hushing Constructing and crushing At nighttime, morning, and in the middle Rumbling under my calm smile Pulsing with a liar’s bile Unsatisfied and yearning Rebellious and returning Hands and heart, mind, body, soul Itching and self-abused Unable to resist the… Continue reading I Like Her
My Dearest heart, There was a time when I trusted you. I remember the yearning and desires that I confided in you. I spent a lifetime guarding these precious thoughts, nurturing these hopeful dreams with you. Each day of my life, protecting this secret sanctuary. I grew and learned, lived and changed, yet a tiny… Continue reading My Dearest Heart