"Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me-" -Emily Dickinson Death and I have always known each other well. Kindred spirits cut from the same cloth, yet destined all the same to that mortal dance. That is, until the music ends and I stop. It's what we all do, eventually, … Continue reading Death and I
Author: FTD
Self destructing
The smell of ice mixes with the wafting stench of sugar in the cola and smoke of the whiskey, a shaking hand tipping the slick, cold glass against trembling lips. Condensation slips onto numb fingers that harshly set the glass down, ignoring the faint whisper that tries to remind that the tumbler is thin, and … Continue reading Self destructing
Silent night
The sound of breathing fills the room, shuffling of sheets, the painful creaking of limbs held too still for too long. It's unnerving, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as faint caresses of the thick snow falling on itself makes its way through the half done roof. The … Continue reading Silent night
He Voted For Me
I'm bleeding. The rivers running down my arms ebb and flow, shift course, depending on the year. I've bled, since the first man slapped me across my face, and told me not to cry. I've bled, since the first words, you're a girl, crossed my child mind. I've bled, since the first person called me … Continue reading He Voted For Me
Faith Taryn Davies 