I wrapped her, in red ribbon. I breathed against her skin, and heard her thoughts crashing against the inside of my skull, like bones clicking when stretched too far. She ached. Though I didn’t know why. Nor could I ask. Not yet. Her eyes changed colour with each mechanical snap of the lens. A flash … More She Bled Red Wine
Ever pissed in a cup and handed it to a doctor or a nurse and felt like you are betraying your own dignity by being so willing to look into their faces and know that what you just did was very undignified and awkward? That, is what I feel like. I have discovered that that … More Silence is Golden. Kind of like Urine.
I miss James. I miss my animals. I miss my routine – even in amongst all this beauty that is good for my tired heart.