It is the flood of emotion that always makes me flee. The triggers are unpredictable but the reaction is not. It is like someone is
Tag: Self-harm
My Hit Parade
musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar
Bloodletting (Revisited)
I am doing what I do best living inside my head isolated alone in the early hours before the sunlight touches the sky listening to
#tbt My Hit Parade
musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar
Bloodletting (Revisited)
I am doing what I do best Living inside my head alone in the early hours listening to music that breaks my heart over and
Self-Inflicted
Sometimes the wounds I inflict on myself Are administered With surgical precision Using the sharp knife Of bitter self-recrimination On the long dark nights Of the soul I
Ivory Brushed with Starlight
This piece was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective are you angel or demon man with ivory wings brushed with starlight and indigo
Pain and Chocolate-From the PTSD Files (revisited)
As I go about my life a detail of Tuesday’s lost hour (55 minutes) pops into my head with surprising clarity I am sure that
My Hit Parade
musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar
