I’ve always been scared of eyes. I don’t like things touching my eye talking about eyes, thinking about eyes. Bright lights are fires sticks of eyeliner are sticks of dynamite, eye contact is painful. […]
Tag: anger
Protector – Tormentor
REMEMBER THE MOON SURVIVES by Barbara Kingsolver Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how[…]
Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air
She held her breath in a room full of air. She was determined to prove she could control her body, because she was afraid to be a slave to the flesh and bone construct that[…]
I Wasn’t Meant to Hate You
We never realize. Her mother yells at her, her mother physically abuses her. But she endures, for she isn’t presented with searing pain where one envisions black dots within the fronts of their eyes.[…]
Evancescence
I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts[…]