Animosity strikes like lightningas childhood memories flash like an old flickering filmA stark reminder, burdened by towering expectationsWhich lay heavy upon small shoulders Middle child syndromea doll without a voice Tiptoeing through minefieldsof emotional mortars Where the wrong look or wordSets off a fiery explosion Yet the scars and traumaRemain hidden from sight A generational ...

Read Parts 1-6 Chaos and cacophony. “Dee? Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice penetrates the solipsism. “Dee!” My eyes flicker open to Eddie holding the detached call bell in his left hand, his mouth gaping and face pale. His chest rises and falls through his scrubs. “I’m alive,” I fumble. “Who did this? The night nurse ...