The gunMy catThe gunMy headOver 3 years later The gunMy catThe gunMy head I see my precious boyCuddle him closelyWhile he purrs The gunMy cat You grabbed himAnd put it to his headYou’re sickThat was the end Over 3 years laterThe memories still flood me The gunMy headThe basementThe wallSleeping childrenSilent witnessesScreaming womanLaughing man Aluminum baseball batTapping on my headIn hopes to crush my skullAnd leave me dead The gunMy catThe gunMy brains Could have been all overThat basement floorWhat the fuck exactlyWas that TerrifiedThe most terrifying night of my lifeAs I truly believed that I would die I wonder … Continue reading Flashback
I don’t know where to start but I do know that I avoid writing because I do not want to confront these real situations and feelings in my life. If you follow me on social media, you’ll see that I … Continue reading A shit show. Blo[g][po]etry.
Here we are, the last and final day of 2019. That shit is wild! But it is also a good time to start over (as we can every single day anyways) but today start over with intent. This year I … Continue reading the last day to let it all go