Words From the Dying

“Each believed that God was on his side, for no one raises a hand without convincing himself first that he is right.”

Andrew Krivak

Blogging burn change dread dream empowered fable forest FSF home Mental Health mother new out poem rant Short Story snow Soul spilled milk survival trigger warning Understanding weighted WPW you you are the universe

December 2024
M T W T F S S
 1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031  
  • Duty

    Duty

    I came home every weekend. Her hands, always so dirty; somehow grime had found its way between the creases at the joints of her fingers, at their seams. Every time I saw her, she had the same clothes and the same shadowed eyes. I always looked past my father as he would me. I didn’t… Read more

  • Another face I had to look out for.

    Another face I had to look out for.

    Trigger Warning [Sexual Assault] “Why didn’t you tell us?” A colleague asked. All of my coworkers looking at me in a collage of horror and concern. We were all at lunch discussing the termination of a coworker for sexual assault, whom I had just offhandedly mentioned, between bites of food, assaulted me my first week.… Read more

  • Comfort first, even if it is alone.

    Comfort first, even if it is alone.

    I have often opted for the desolate. Holding company with the universe alone. Never being great at truly relying. That nature was never nurtured. So I hold a distance. I find companions, but when I feel discomfort, or the time comes, I leave, bags never being unpacked. Some have lasted, but my closest company is… Read more

  • rest in the comfort that it will watch you.

    rest in the comfort that it will watch you.

    “I need you to watch after it,” a voice spoke, pouring out from the women’s frame, impacting all around her, but only for her ears. As she looked at a sapling in her yard, she didn’t respond. The night prior, she was asking for a reason to keep going, so she didn’t question the thin… Read more

  • She had a home.

    She had a home.

    When I called in September at that pay phone, I was certain you wouldn’t answer. The fog enclosed the three-building “town” I found myself in. It blanked the flat land for miles. White. It felt so blissful to drive in. I rolled my windows down. I imagined how I’d tell you about it when you… Read more

  • I want to find her again.

    I want to find her again.

    I’ve always had these dreams. One’s in which I was visited by myself, in some past or present form. The first night after I moved out, I had a dream where I walked through nothing till I found my bedroom door. When I opened it, I found my little crying form sitting in my childhood… Read more