Piece by piece,
slices here, slices there...
Sometimes I just think
how I am supposed to feel...
Am I alike a yoyo?
if so - the axle is my heart...
I wonder if an unusual flock of white crowned...
Were there that day, that fateful day...
This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...
It is really tough
for abused children to grow...
Mostly
I think that I am going to die alone...
Nothing.
His plucked nails will still hurt...
Curiosity scrapes my heels,
inflaming patience...
You carved our names in paper -
And...
I often find myself crying in the shower, my tears...
I almost don’t question it anymore, allowing the...
Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled...