The Line

I kept a close watch, I had no choice. Too many times the end got close, your love, a necklace too much a noose. so I found myself alone, your fire an overwhelming tide.  Oh how I dreamed of toeing the line, steering my feet off the side. Of turning my back to the siren, … Continue reading The Line


Shower Floor

Water pelts into the skin of my hip as I lay curled on the shower floor. Water trapped where my body meets the edges of the tub ebbs and flows over my cheek as it gently rises; a stark contrast to the sting of hot water as the shower beats down on me. I can't move.  … Continue reading Shower Floor