“I don’t have time for this…”
9 to 0 and This is the Final Round.
If I was wished away Would you still think of today? Consider how I tried to smile and laugh. Look at the pain my eyes tried to convey. Nevermind. No need to save me. I will waste. I will decay. No tears. No heartache. Don’t even Pray.
An Easy Fix
The Thrumming Begins
Unmake the scars that I bear. Those lingering memories of rejection. Unmake me. Undo the tears, the crying done in my father’s arms, the restless nights, the isolation and the fear. Strip me bare and unmake into a babe unmarked by life. Erase my name, forget my face and undo the scars that make me […]