thoughts on a recurring occasion 

alcohol slips into the mouth, down the throat, destroying the organs,

tearing him apart.

she finds herself when he’s away,

so free and so fulfilled –

it’s all an act in his presence.

the life that they have built on infertile soil, a foundation of imbalance –

they don’t really want this life…

and how easy it would be 

to simply stop.


and remain sincere. 


Hey friends! My creative writing class has come to an end, but my writing has not. I plan to continue blogging, as I have had nothing but a positive experience from doing so. Thank you for all the feedback and encouragement so far, let’s keep it going 🙂

two opened hands

although I am privileged,

my mouth contains greed.

yet without a single word, 

the cravings take over.

how dare I ever say 

I want you.

days become purple and grey 

my heart aches in sync with my head

if you ever forget me, my love,

I pray that I may fade into the nothingness.

how dare I ever say

I need you.