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

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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