*I'm not giving up on my letters, I just had to get this poem out* What Happened She said not to use I or very, or stuff, thing was useless and it all led to excuses, and a terrible rhyme. So he drew it in the sand, and left it for everyone to find only … Continue reading What Happened?
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#25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)
Hey, I hope you are reading this. It's a few months before your 25th birthday and you are laying in bed trying hard not to cry. Do you remember this moment? Your birth certificate is on the bed next to you, crumpled from where you had hastily pulled it from it's hiding place in that … Continue reading #25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)
#24: Dear S.B.
Dear S.B. I'm astounded every time my mind wanders back to you, and the bullshit that you put me through the short time that I worked for you. Hell, I can't even look at a Red Cross sign, or ad, without feeling a deep bitterness that really should solely be relegated to you; because I … Continue reading #24: Dear S.B.
#23: Dear Charlie…take 2
Dear Charlie, I've started, and stopped, this letter so many times that I have to use my age as a timeline for the drafts. You can see it if you look back at all the drafts, a slight shift in words, in tone. My vocabulary grew, as well as my curses. Mom wouldn't let me … Continue reading #23: Dear Charlie…take 2
Faith Taryn Davies 