Trapped
inside myself...

Cut
a word unsaid...

She cries and writhes on the floor
as her reality unfolds...

He strokes her flushed cheek
as their lips meet for a moment...

The cherry blossoms bring the only joy to this...
She hates when Caroline wakes her in the night...

(Prose)
The backyard was bare. Not necessarily bare of...

Every so often
there is just...

Resistance
it calls to you...

Silence says a lot
not many listen or understand...

I smile, genuinely smile
when he talks to me...

Silence has a voice,
yet not many hear it...

She goes
to her doctor...