Slipping so silently it's almost too beautiful for words, smile, she once said, smile so they know you are alright, despite the fire slowly waning in the moonlight. It's a beautiful disgrace, the word, the movement, that lay tattered lines across well-hated skin, we lived in the moments until the moments left us behind. And … Continue reading Mirror
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#13: To My Left Arm: Part Deux
To My Left Arm, This is the second letter that I have ever written you. I wrote to you once, way back when, after I left the scars that run down your shoulder. I apologized to you, wishing desperately that you would forgive me for hurting you. That you could forgive your abuser. I wish … Continue reading #13: To My Left Arm: Part Deux
Day 34: What Holds Me Here
What hold you here, truly holds you here? What makes you stay when you want to leave? Hope? Curiosity? Fear? What holds me here? On earth? In Iowa? What held me in New York for so long? What holds me to life? The beauty of questions is that there is always a question within the … Continue reading Day 34: What Holds Me Here
Writing Prompt #10
Shall I begin, in a rare stream of consciousness, to quickly begin to describe my creation and demise? It was cold, and my whole being felt shocked by an impact that did little to provide the comfort I once felt. In a haze I searched for warmth, and something to quench the feeling I never … Continue reading Writing Prompt #10
Faith Taryn Davies 