I ache, from carrying the burden of your collected pain. Pain that you gather as you fall down in the door ways of home after home. I could decorate willow trees, with trinkets of sorrow, all yours, for miles. Sadness in every colour. But I sew it all together, instead, and remind you of the … More Words Sewn Together
At some point in my youth, the rosy cheeks and the honest eyes became a curse that the wretched ripped at, like a bloodthirsty feeding on pure innocence. I remember the feeling, of the decline in desire; to care or be cared for. Solitude was a safer companion. Suspicious observation a far more effective tool … More Hanged.
Passive aggressive bullies. A breed unto their own. Mean streaks mixed with self loathing, a combination of bad seeds planted and buried deep until the rain comes. Mud that drowns the already suffocated, but fuels the malice and the seething. There is no bravery. There is no forward motion. Just blunt jabs that weather the … More Passive Aggressive’s. Yellow.