The Black Dahlia(Poem)

The heart of my soul spewed gusts of red. Shards sliced through numbness, leaving me all alone in a field of sorrow. Black Dahlia’s shot angrily from the ground, wrapping its stems around my bruised skin. I kicked and flailed, hollered and wailed, their sickening breath taunting me. With my feet shackled to the ground,Continue reading “The Black Dahlia(Poem)”

SHOWERS AND LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS

I am a writer, so my mind is always thinking and formulating new ideas: TV shows, movies, books, poems and posts. People have told me for years that they would love to be inside my brain, even if for a day. Honestly, if that were possible, people would learn about every celebrity on planet EarthContinue reading “SHOWERS AND LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS”

SHOULDN’T THERE BE A SEAT FOR HIM AT THAT TABLE?

Most mornings, especially in the beginning, the idea of sleeping the day away was both appealing and comforting. I had no motivation to face the world in which his presence was only here in spirit, and there was also a strong force of fear breathing down my neck. I was petrified to walk the earthContinue reading “SHOULDN’T THERE BE A SEAT FOR HIM AT THAT TABLE?”