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
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#11: Dear Cyanide”
Dear Cyanide, No one ever quite understood why I gave you that nickname; they thought me wholly weird, and I said it more out of habit than anything. Who would have thought that the nickname I came up with freshman year, would be so telling years later. It came up because we were finding things … Continue reading #11: Dear Cyanide”
#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,
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
Faith Taryn Davies 