Tag: pain
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When A Demon Comes To Dine
I rush home from school. This may be the night. This is our chance to be a normal family. All the insanity waits beyond the wooden dining room table. Nothing else carries the weight of the dinner ritual. If done correctly, it eases my family into the illusion of a peaceful evening; if not, it ... -
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Fragments
I have seen the skulls Laughing as tears Ran like beads of wax. Backed up against a cracked mirror, Images of the aurous haired child Stares at me holding a withered Bouquet of violets and dandelions. Take them small outstretched hands say, The taste of rotting memories Nails its way between us, Our tongues ... -
Why I Chose CBD
Unless you have been living under a rock, you probably heard the controversy surrounding marijuana legalization for medical purposes. At the advice of my doctor, I recently started CBD. In my early twenties, I experimented with recreational marijuana. Because of this brief flirtation, I was hesitant to talk to my doctor about the possibility. I ... -
Waiting, Wishing
The door to the restaurant opened and I willed him to walk through, but only watched as a couple with their toddler hustled in from the rain. The patter on the rooftop mingled with the low dim of voices as I sat, waiting. I sat next to the window and watched people dart around puddles, ... -
Within: Without
His black face blurs, melting against the dark, plate-glass window. He told himself he wouldn’t stagger, Fuck, stand up on weak knees. His hot molten steel, soft skin. Obscured memories watch him like an eagle-eyed intruder, the age of murder cuts against his reflection. He turns one way – a ghost releases ... -
If I Could
What wouldn’t I give to start over go back and do it all differently If I could know then what I know now so I could do it all right If I could change it and make better choices so we never wound up in this mess If I could it wouldn’t make a difference ... -
Fifty-Six
While I was sipping chamomile tea from a styrofoam cup and lying on the mustard-colored couch during what my shirk had referred to as “one of our most productive sessions yet” in July, Laura and I decided that it was best for me to “unplug” for a little while. So after living off Ramen noodles ... -
The Perfect Metaphor
“It was a long drive and there’s nobody out here, are you sure this is a good idea?“ My lover looked at me sympathetically as his words filled the silence. “Yes!” was all I said. The car door opened with some resistance. David lifted me out of a black pickup truck and stood me on ...