Tag: recovery

Sadness vs. Grief

There is sadness and there is grief. They are two totally different beasts which consume you in different ways. Sadness hits fast and takes you down. It doesn’t always kill you. Usually, it’s usually just a wound. Grief takes you down like sadness but… Continue Reading “Sadness vs. Grief”

Blood in the sand…

The day I was born my mother sent me naked screaming into the world. Hurling towards a pinpoint of light from between her legs, that I would spend the entirety of my forty-two years chasing and failing to reach. Till one day, over a… Continue Reading “Blood in the sand…”

Ezekiel 33:8-9

Excerpt from Chapter 14 My steps seemed in ordinately slow as I approached his house. My body felt sleek and fluid. That familiar warmth making its way up from my feet again, circling around my legs and settling between my thighs when I opened… Continue Reading “Ezekiel 33:8-9”

Killing Robert

Note: Leah sits lost in the memory of the first time she kissed the only man she’s ever loved. All while she follows Robert home to seduce and kill him.  He pulled away and walked to the street ahead, I followed slowly, taking time… Continue Reading “Killing Robert”

Excerpt Chapter 12: First Kiss

“You know something Leah…,” I looked at him with hundreds of red lanterns hanging above us on the street. The wind rocking them gently as he leaned in; putting himself nose to nose with me. Our eyelashes kissing. We hadn’t actually kissed, and yet… Continue Reading “Excerpt Chapter 12: First Kiss”

A random childhood memory

The summer air was pungent in my nostrils when the car stopped in front of a house I had never seen before. Then my father got out, opened my door, and I remember vividly how heavy that lilac was in the air. In the… Continue Reading “A random childhood memory”

Excerpt: Chapter 1

I used to wake up every morning and tell myself the biggest lies about how everything would be ok. Now, I’ve come to terms with reality and I tell myself the truth. I tell everyone the truth about how I feel. Those things that… Continue Reading “Excerpt: Chapter 1”

November 16th, 1991

Warning: The following piece contains graphic details of sexual assault and contains strong language. This is a true personal story.  I sit here in my car at 1 am on a Saturday night in October 2018,  having finished this piece in the parking lot… Continue Reading “November 16th, 1991”