words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I tell myself I will grow accustomed to this silence these padded walls © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Originally posted on Blood Into Ink I remembera tiny staff break rooma coworkera shared historyofassaultperpetrated by the ones closest to us.She’s sittingcockeyed in her chairchewing a PB&J.She woke upsoreher pajama pant leg neatly cut away,betrayed twice in a nightonce by the muscle relaxer that sent her deep intoblacknessand once by the man she calledhusband.My bad, … Continue reading Indecent- Grace Alexander
words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I tell myself I will grow accustomed to this silence these padded walls © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
i am a woman built of words it is not natural comfortable intuitive for me to tie my tongue tightly to choose silence to be mute to opt for discretion over valor but you yank syllables from my mouth tie them into knots twist them into unrecognizable shapes hone sharp edges they did not originally … Continue reading Struck Mute
words sit thick in my mouth a peanut butter and regret sandwich that i can neither swallow nor expel onto the empty plate a stasis of stale bread and denial i am trapped muffled mute unable (or is it unwilling?) to scrape truth from my tender tongue © 2021 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights … Continue reading stifled
Shhhhh. . . put your hand on my trembling heart listen into my silence midnight blue velvet reach into my stillness deeper than you have ever dared gently touch my silver waters undisturbed in eternal privacy your fingertip first ripple on crystalline surface Shhhhh. . . can you hear a murmur a whisper a sigh? the … Continue reading Into My Stillness
Brave & Reckless 