Tag: freedom

Let Go.

April 19, 2015

Remembering you, is like placing my lips on a heavy bottomed whiskey glass, filled with tiny sharp shards of a broken mirror and tilting it into my mouth. Slicing my tongue, the same tongue that licked the blood from your lips when you fell into my glass desk. Tearing at my throat, with a familiar … More Let Go.

Crazy Talk

March 28, 2015

There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk

Group Torture

March 25, 2015

When I was in rehab, I detested group therapy. Partly because I have never been good at listening to other people talk about pain when it is so ‘obvious’ what that person could or should have done – and then those that simply like the attention so the waterworks come on instantly…  and also because … More Group Torture

Dominion

March 21, 2015

There would be no honour in sleeping in amongst the fallen bodies, even if you do actually know their names. Hiding amongst the dead. She called it. Put your fingers down your throat, she suggested. Purge, until all the violence has fallen. I kept them though, the voices, and the thoughts of blood soaked skin … More Dominion

Genetic Malfunction

March 20, 2015

There are people in my world who love and adore me regardless of my crazy that I don’t always keep tucked in. I love them and am grateful for them. But there are occasions where I see the facial expression on the person I am interacting with (loved one or stranger) where they fail to … More Genetic Malfunction