You shake with memory,
your stomach churns.
You drink from time to time -
are drunk few and far between.
You have a handle
and hold it tight -
two months away from two years clean.
Eating the paper,
- anything to just get by.
Waste not want not,
step by step
- shot after shot,
in a bulletproof vest
we're invincible now.
Anything to make it through
the tenth December without you.
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i have spent 90% of my life growing out a mullet and the other 10% talking about it
'Horace,' she starts, 'I'm so sorry, I got a call from Granny this morning and_' 'And WHAT Mum?!' 'Granny...Granny has cancer.' The word stabs you in the chest like a steel knife.
For @misslittleDHP improv challenge. She was found alone tied to a tree. Helpless, frightened, she wanted to be free. Bare patches of skin and legs all tense.
I stand there in the ashes, A cloud of dark despair, Crackles with a shock of lightning, Shattering the air.
Slowly coaxed out of my shell Where I had been so safe for years Then beaten, hurt and sent to hell A place of sorrow death and tears You did this.
If I could drown my face in your arms and kiss your breasts with my ear, I'd go back to those days when love felt so near and I'd persevere.
Actions cannot be undone, words cannot be unsaid. There is an ineloquence to her silence, it is loud and it is blunt.
Chapter 3 It was strange how they fed my mum through a tube and if you closed your eyes whilst holding her hand you could feel faint movements. I cried an wiped by wet nose on a snotty tissue.
Chapter 2 Her frail body was collapsed amongst shattered glass and rubble, yet she looked so peaceful.
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