I Fucked Up, Mostly.

From the direction that the wind
had been howling your name,

I listened closely,
to its tune, lingering,
looked up to the sky,
to see each star on high, 40 more words

Americana Injustica


What a foul day. All I want to do is cry, and yell. My brain hurts. I wish I was a better mother.

I haven’t been very associative, interactive, talkative, whatever to people, to my friends. 715 more words

An open letter to my best friend's ex-husband

How dare you try to contact me.

How dare you.  What did you think?  That I would just blithely ignore the last year and a half of psychological, emotional, and eventually physical, abuse that you inflicted upon my friend???   242 more words