I’m not afraid of the dark. The dark was the place I learned myself. I bathed myself in it. In the place where the hot and the cold met. I understand it. I understand it’s dangers, it's enticements. I listened to poets and musicians go on about the romance, the cruelty, the beauty, the deepest … Continue reading Afraid of the Night
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Hearing My Beating Heart
I may burn like fire, I may shatter like glass, I may have shackles attached to heavy bags. I may spend my life picking up the pieces of what makes me human. I may let you glance in, see me through the cracks. I may paint over the scars that were placed by my hand. … Continue reading Hearing My Beating Heart
Rising Sun
It hurts. It hurts to type, to move, to sit still. It hurts to talk, to be silent; it hurts to look in the mirror and see me. A year, and I don't recognize the blue grey eyes in the physically disjointed reflection. She never existed before. He never existed before. We always existed. To … Continue reading Rising Sun
Afraid I Gave All I Had Left
I have never loved anything, or anyone, the way I loved my wife...well ex-wife. I can freely admit that now, without crawling into a corner and wishing for the world to finish caving around me. I have had so many people tear me apart, and build me up, in my life. Yet, I never had … Continue reading Afraid I Gave All I Had Left
Faith Taryn Davies 