Daily Archives: April 11, 2012

It’s a living, breathing thing in her chest, this grief, this ache. She lies awake every night, waiting for her heart to pull its shade, for the ticking of the clock to still, for those first few moments of forget … Continue reading →

I miss you. I know it’s been awhile, and I have developed a sweet tooth and a lazy butt since we last saw each other, but I have also cut some awesome people out of my life for you: Ben … Continue reading →

She can ……………………………no longer locate ………….the first draft, so she …………..picks up pen begins ……………………………again.

  Half-baked My life as a pie is flakey crust fruity center a little c r u m b l e d on top but sweet. Pie Chart My life as a pie is unevenly divided sliced and served, handed … Continue reading →

You lie, ……….silent. But I ……….can still smell the scent of sin on your skin ……….and feel the crushing weight of all I have been told ……….and hear the words waiting on your frozen tongue ……….and taste the clock’s dissolving … Continue reading →

Oh, April. Later today your angry winds will stir and rise and whip their way into our lives, causing need for hair bands and Claritin and anger management. But for now I’ve got this innocent breeze these gossiping trees a … Continue reading →

This too shall pass. She knows this. This tumblestumble of words …….and will and way This ebb and yield …….and wither and fade This decay This brown and orange and gold …….and looming gray This spilling of herself to sky … Continue reading →