sometimes, you think you are alone… but that’s not always the case. I can’t sleep anymore I can’t think straight anymore My emotions are a wreck and I’ve been in this bathroom for what feels like hours. On the floor. Reeling from the sponge’s sting. Trying to drown out the pain. Wash off the blood. To not feel dirty. You did this to me, you know? You made me this pitiful wretch here And you stand there smiling happy, living as if last night never happened, Or nev

On my way to work today, I chanced upon an interesting conversation on the radio. I found it thought-provoking primarily because the hosts of the show seemed to know very little about the kind of reality that other people face, especially those around us. The conversation was built around the news story on immigrants off the Libyan coast that died in a shipwreck. One of the questions boggling their minds was, “Why were these immigrants that desperate or remotely interested in

She had dreams on his chest endless, twisted dreams about her past, dreams about war in his chest about little toy soldiers who went before him, shooting chocolate bullets and thrusting sugarcane swords. She had dreams about him controlling those elements and winning the war. silencing the turmoil in his chest. …to be continued… #fire #fireandice #poetry #ice #poem #poeticseries #Truth