the room is tastefully decorated respectful distance kept between her desk near the door and the comfortable chair I selected the first time we met now unanimously understood as mine my arms fold tightly across my chest hands unconscious fists small table next to me holds Kush balls and engraved stones with reassuring words like … Continue reading Where My Ghosts Come Out to Play – Christine E. Ray
I come back to myself with a start find that I am staring at the wallpaper unconsciously tracing geometric patterns with my fingertip over and over I am not the strong blue lines that intersect I am the empty white spaces in the center of the hexagons I am the void © 2017 Christine Elizabeth … Continue reading Lattice – Christine E. Ray
Originally published on Blood Into Ink what lies beneath this skin no longer supple and new etched with time’s fine lines that radiate from tired eyes faintly shimmering scars that circle my neck and pelvis like ironic smiles black ink needled carefully over time marking territory finally and unequivocally mine? what lies beneath these ribs … Continue reading What Lies Beneath? – Christine E. Ray
“I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours” 😘 * Poet Logophile Art lover Student of the human condition
shame such a short simple word, really, representing such a complex array of emotions societal messages bodily sensations shame painted behind my eyelids obscene graffiti I can never look away from shame pounded into my ears like menacing footfalls following me down dark alley shame taste in my mouth bitter metallic acid shame hounds of … Continue reading Further Musings on Shame
I agreed to the vow of silence for the protection of others allowing years to pass letting the statute of limitations expire no day in court denied due process out of appeals no justice for lost innocence © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 