One It feels cold in your grip. Cold…and smooth. The same as it was yesterday. The same way it will be tomorrow. Always cold. Always smooth. Always cold. Click. Two The sound registers after the pain. You’d think it would be before. The sound of the bones in my hand creaking, and then the pop … Continue reading A Lesson in Letting Go
Poetry
Where I Begin
What do you want to be? Who are you? What do you do for a living? I cannot give you these answers, you'll simply misunderstand, and I am not living a life, that allows for that strife. I will not try to make you understand who I am. I cannot quantify an existence that just.... … Continue reading Where I Begin
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
Faith Taryn Davies 