Strong foundations, sturdy walls;I thought I lived in a house of stone.Storms came and knocked it downAnd now I sit here, all alone.Huddled against the cold and wind,My shelter tumbled … Continue reading House of Cards.
Tag: painful memories
The breath I left behind.
The air felt different all day today. Or maybe it’s just that I couldn’t ever manage to quite draw a proper breath. I just never can, not on this day, … Continue reading The breath I left behind.
Cherophobia.
Cherophobia is the fear of happiness. We hear jokes in movies and on television all the time about how a relationship went sour because one or both parties were miserable … Continue reading Cherophobia.
Short.
You gotta hand it to short people. Because usually they can’t reach it themselves, even with the step stool. I kid, I kid! …Not really though. My father was six … Continue reading Short.
The Consequences Building. (TW: court, crime, sexual abuse)
Tell me the weirdest place you’ve ever experienced profound validation. I guarantee you I can beat you after this week. I can say with utter confidence that this was not … Continue reading The Consequences Building. (TW: court, crime, sexual abuse)
Upside down.
My mother turns 71 today. I managed to spend most of the day distracted by the fact that it’s her birthday, and the heaviness of all such implications. But it … Continue reading Upside down.
The Stuff Process, parts 1 & 2.
One thing I struggled with for many years, as a side effect of cutting contact with my mother, was the fact that I still had a lot of personal property … Continue reading The Stuff Process, parts 1 & 2.
Olfactory memory.
Have you ever caught a random whiff of a scent that has instantly transported you to a different time and place? There’s a lot of focus on the senses of … Continue reading Olfactory memory.
Monsters.
I used to fantasize that I was adopted. I think every kid has that wish on occasion when they’re punished or frustrated by the rules or whatnot. But for me, … Continue reading Monsters.
Poppies Torn Asunder.
Poppies torn asunder, We all watch in wonder As the world comes crashing down. To witness – but not act. Those who could have taught, Have forgotten how, And we … Continue reading Poppies Torn Asunder.
Journeys in the Dark 