The fingerprints I left in your skin
have turned to stone-
fossilized remains of what was once
flesh and blood, warm and beating.
What we were is petrified, 20 more words
Every day, senseless tragedies happen across the globe. Bombs go off. Children are orphaned. Planes disappear. And people get outraged. Every day I read their posts expressing their absolute dumbfounded-ness at other people’s inhumanity on facebook–their blindness to the truth–their acceptance of the lies– their questions as to whether it could’ve been prevented. 752 more words
By the time my husband found me, I was not in the mood to date.
It was late 2008. My bar had just opened, I was sleeping on average three hours a night, and despite my living in Kingston until I was seventeen, every resident man-whore had decided I was fresh meat, and descended upon me like drag queens at a free Donna Summer concert. 1,201 more words