Risk_To_Blossom

When I was a child, my mother would say to me, “Let the sadness go, Hannah. You must. Days come and they go and you let them, right? Sadness is just the same. It comes, and maybe even lasts awhile, but it also will go in time, if you let it.” Then she would kiss my wounded knee or elbow with tight,... Sign in to see full entry.

She is sitting proper in a Lazy-Boy, using the muff I gave her for Christmas, and it looks lovely on her lap. It is white and furry, and her hands are cold inside it. My mother’s eyes are the same to me now, as they have always been, shallow and vague all the way across. She loves gray, but she... Sign in to see full entry.

-Dancers- “Setting,” you say, your foot falling heavy on the gas, “is part of the design. And the design is the art, Hannah. It’s the order, the structure, containment. It isn’t just for the practical minded. It’s art.” Your tongue tastes the corner of your mouth, you smile, and I turn away. What do... Sign in to see full entry.

when you look around you, do not close your eyes to help. do not think yourself so weak that seeing their pain will only awaken the hunger of your own. this time, see. OPEN your eyes and see the skin the are trying to shed. see the blood beneath running in lines, routing itself and looking with fury... Sign in to see full entry.

Ribs Always, we are searching me for holes. Holes between bones. Holes between flesh – Yours and mine. Always, we are watching for the place I slipped out And away. Where have I gone? How will we find me? What do I need from you? This, you ask in whispers. This, you want to know Careful, my love. Be... Sign in to see full entry.

Porcelain Death is something strange To have taken you - To have hidden you from my sight. Robbed you from beneath the bulbs of my fingers When it was I alone who touched you on some days. And it was I, on some days, who watched you breath- So sure that lying beside you, You would not ever stop... Sign in to see full entry.