"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year
Urges rising again I long for what is mine You speak to me Your voice is like spirits The type I get drunk from And the type that touch my soul I sit by the sea and drink it all in Your voice The sea My spirit The scent of salt in the air All… Continue reading please reanimate me
Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine
Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am
I was going to do some research and throw some statistics or studies at you from across the blogosphere, but I decided to take a more loving approach... Love... love is like an octopus... nope, I have already used that one. Love is tricky AF. I have been a little bit of a love cynic… Continue reading Love weighing you down
This is for the Chuck Wendig's Fiction Challenge. This week, we had to Google image search "strange photos" and then pick one. Because I am chicken, I convinced my sister - Mel Gutiér, the princess of Melons -to do this with me. Please go check out her story too. This isn't my normal sort of… Continue reading The Floating Room
A sad sight. Wings. Torn from the sky. Fallen angel. Little dove. Your feathers like flower petals, float around my garden. I cringe at the thought of your end...