Prison Writing Anthology
I think it’s shit that the one time I hit back
I get this “no-contact” visitation rule.
I take the abuse for months
And the one damn time I punch back… 236 more words
5 days, 20 hours
Today I swallowed my pride and waved at him.
I put the insomniac nights and lost years of my life behind me and just waved at him. 55 more words
1 week, 4 days
I’m done with sorry’s.
No more wearing them like pearls around my neck,
Trying to recognize my reflection as I pinch the apologies off my flesh, 231 more words
2 weeks, 1 day
You know how they say
you know this person is the one
when you sit down
and have a conversation with them
and time passes by… 224 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
That’s all you are to me, a beautiful distraction.
With a grin as a motive for me to leap off my bed, jump into my jeans, 173 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
Rebellious, because that’s how she felt as he held a fan to her face, convinced her it was a Nor’easter heading their way,
With rhinestones in the palm of her hand, how their imaginations molded that pile into carats of gold, 191 more words
4 weeks, 1 day
Held you in my womb as I watched you on the screen,
Doctor looked concerned and was muttering under her breath,
She said, she said, 349 more words