There is no way to cleanse you from my blood; the DNA that spreads through me, entangled in a history of you and us and insanity, is permanently tattooed on my life like the ink in my skin that reminds me, each day, to move on. I scrub myself red and raw, crying to empty … Continue reading Still Trapped.
The morning was clouded, sun still yawning and eager for his morning cup of coffee. Four of us ventured outside, aching for adventure and desperate for something more than a trailer too small for a family of 6. We didn’t skip or hold hands, just existed beside each other in a knowing way. The air … Continue reading A Square Mile Town
When I was little, I would pretend that my first word was “dog” and that “dog,” spelled backwards, was “God,” and therefore I was always meant to be part of a Christian church. My first word was not “dog,” but the strangers in the suits standing at my front door and humoring a 7 year … Continue reading The Plan
Cool air flows in through the door, left slightly ajar by some coworkers who haven’t figured out that it’s too heavy to close on its own, and licks at my cheek. It smells of rain, and the dark clouds above my office building agree. We’ve been getting so much rain lately, I sometimes forget that … Continue reading A Warm Resort in a Chilly Office
A single covered lamp lit up the room from a corner just a little too far away to make the atmosphere welcoming; the light barely made it through the large, thick shelves, loaded with books fading to blurry memory as soon as I’d glanced at the titles, past the brick-a-brack of family artifacts layered on … Continue reading A Simple Diagnosis
The quiet of the moment was almost too eerie to enjoy. She looked back at the clock and sighed. "Still two more hours of this." She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She missed her old wall mounted clock, the one with the second hand that made a noise … Continue reading Failed Meditation
She kissed him on the cheek and stepped out of the car. He didn't know it then, but that kiss was the last kiss he would ever get from her. The early morning text of "How is work?" that he never responded to would be the last text he received. She wouldn't call him the next … Continue reading The Last Goodbye