About two months after my mama passed away four years ago, we found out daddy had cancer. I was so occupied with his health at the time, I never griev..
Outside of myself, I feel rigid and broken. My surface has been scratched, by what feels like sandpaper. Underneath, I endure open wounds. Many inflam..
This is a poem about my childhood abuse and gives others an understanding of why I love butterflies so much. They saved alot of my emotional stability..
I sat one evening and this short story just flowed out of me. I had not actually read it until I was finished, and I realized it was about me and what..