Disposable Children

        Eventually, all the faces became a blur as I realized I was disposable; nothing more than a paper cup that once held water. But now that I am empty, I am discarded and traded in for a new cup whenever thirst beckons.     I changed my colors to fit each new family. But over time, I quit. What was the…

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Thank you kelly clarkson 

https://youtu.be/CTTjLxXFg0k *click the YouTube link. It’s the most relevant song I have ever found.  When I was a kid you tore up my room looking for my words. I don’t think you did it because you were worried about me, though. I think you did it because I was your competition. How can you compete with a kid? You were grown and could do whatever…

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What is “God”?

​My foster parents hid behind the concept of God like snakes in a man’s shadow. Innocently using him to keep cool, having the man believe they were non venomous. I wonder if I came out of my foster home with a form of PTSD from years of a cult like mentality, I think I did. I was chatting with a new friend one morning, years…

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Dear God, I’m not finished: An open proclamation to evil

I sit on the edge of the toilet seat ready to bolt. My legs shake as the anxiety builds and I imagine growing a set of wings that will carry me away from those that haunt my shattered heart.  I have spent a lifetime trying to outrun my place in this world; The patch sewn into my skin that says “prey”. I am devoured by…

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1993-1996

  She slowly opened her eyes only to realize she was not dreaming. The soft whispers were coming from the hallway; not the vague, elaborate dream of princesses and castles. Squeezing her eyes shut, she held on to the emotions the dream evoked and tried to reconstruct the images.    The whispers became frantic and she could hear her father grunting. Her stomach began to…

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