I Thought We Had More Time.

  I sad because my legs no work so good.  I no run fast like Parker. My legs no work. It’s the heavy silence that follows the bomb dropping, where all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat pounding out its instantly accelerated rhythm in your ears, followed by the air slowly leaving [ Read More ]

Pain Layered Over Pain.

Owen hurt me yesterday.  Again. He has hit me and kicked me and punched me on a daily basis for over a year now.  About eight months ago he even gave me a black eye when he sucker-punched me with his bottle one morning in bed.  My feelings about these incidents are complex and difficult [ Read More ]