I don’t remember the last time I watched the sunrise. At least, not from somewhere other than the I5 freeway. Was I with a loved one, or all alone? Did I plan on that memory lasting forever? I can’t imagine thinking I’d forget it as thoroughly as I have, much less planning to. Likely, I … Continue reading On Memory – 2
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.
Exhaustion overwhelms her small frame as she relaxes into her father’s old reclining chair. Soft candlelight dances against the off-white walls of the sitting room, forming the shadows of recognizable faces between the furnishings. She gazes into their familiar eyes, yearning for their found peace, but hesitant to leave behind the familiarity of life. They … Continue reading A Cleanse – Prose for Dverse