The tap of keys is the music I leave, pushing forward, do you want to know what I feel? Want to hear about the deal I made? So that the smooth taps don't hurt me, only the words that bleed through the torn skin of my finger tips. There it is, the hatred, for the … Continue reading Running Up That Hill
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Returning Home
I had three years of sunlight, years of it got better, and I was free from the place I had begun to believe would always be where I should be. I'm walking a familiar path overgrown as it always was, and the icy breeze moves the leaves every so slightly, but the sun always caught … Continue reading Returning Home
I Still Exist
I used to know you, the look in your eyes. You looked strong, like an angel that saw too much for words. So, instead I cried, at the beauty in those grey eyes. The world never so bright. I know you were here. I feel the shadow of you, ghosting through my veins. Your voice firm, … Continue reading I Still Exist
Absolute Fear
I sent Amanda an email trying to explain what Alex's abuse meant. You once told me, that you and I had different ideas of what abuse meant. But I don't have an idea of what it is. I have a definition. I have a reflection. Scars, and constant tears, and begging strangers paid to listen … Continue reading Absolute Fear
Faith Taryn Davies 