scraping against an
old wound reminded me
of forgotten sorrows we visit
when time stands still

rumor has it that
a stubborn woman
landed in the selfish
lap of a has-been hero
and begged him to
be something else

the burning in his
chest wrapped itself
around his heart

no one knows him well
enough to bury him

Your Silence Is HURTING My Ears​

It’s funny that silence can hurt your ears. But I guess your ears aren’t any different than your heart.

Your Silence Is HURTING My Ears​

Because this just touched me in a way I didn’t think it would. I understand. I relate. Maybe you can or did, too, at some point in your life.

Pay Belladonna a visit. You will not be disappointed.

Peace and blessings.

When Alanis Slapped Serena

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I stared dumbfounded, thinking,
“Yo! Serena, I know you’re going
to react! React!”
But she didn’t, and I realized
she’s calculating, plotting,
and preparing her escape from
The Wheelers who are …
ironically just as she had been
as 1/2 The Waterfords.

I am not a lover of revenge,
I don’t think it’ll make things
better. I do, however, acknowledge
the need for human beings to
free themselves from shackles.

And when Serena crept slowly
through the door to make
her brave exit, something sinister
in me rejoiced, even though
I once wanted her demise
on a platter for a late
Friday night snack.

THMT Trailer that includes the Alanis Wheeler to Serena Waterford slap.

just let me breathe

I have talked about triggers–how
I’m trying to wade through them,
forgiving you for leaving–loving
you even more for not staying …

you knew how much you
could take, how no form
of fake air could save you.

I try to push through my
nights–try to get myself
ahead without a single tear.
I am unsuccessful in
my endeavors.

that doesn’t mean I
won’t keep trying.
I aim to breathe again
without the stifling pain
of remembrance.

I want to.
and so shall it be.