If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…
“Your Dad Took His Own Life This Morning”
“Your dad took his own life this morning”
Words I never thought I would hear coming out of my mom’s mouth …
Flowers in My Garden
I started reaching into my mind again, reaching into the deep depths of it where I had previously buried all my thoughts and ideas and goals…
The Color of Wine
My walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…
indigo blue
there, by the hallway, a little girl stood. forlornly, she paced—the wind stinging her eyes. or so she told herself…
