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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#17: Dear Tina,
Dear Tina, You can blame a song I've been listening to for the last few months for this moment of bravery. My favorite line is "looking for heaven found the devil in me," and there was your face, and I knew it was time. Because loving you found everything I hated about myself. I allowed … Continue reading #17: Dear Tina,
#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
#10: Dear Angry Driver,
“Reckless automobile driving arouses the suspicion that much of the horse sense of the good old days was possessed by the horse” Dear Angry Driver, I know perfectly why you followed me that day. You were angry, and scared, but your angry overrode your sensibility. I would have called the cops, but you had something to … Continue reading #10: Dear Angry Driver,
Faith Taryn Davies 