(Warning: trigger) It wasn’t for want of terror – inexplicable horror caused me to quake There was no one to hear – a remote lair,
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Creativity Delves Too Deep
Creativity lands in unfamiliar, communicates with the unknown – unformed connections invite themselves in I am open Religiosity emerges from the crypt – impoverished, depraved,
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Tyrannical, my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with
Money
Daddy yelled and Mommy cried and new dresses appeared. A pattern my young heart vowed to break. Chose a man, reticent in nature, pursued a
Talk
Mother said: “Look after your sister!” What she meant was: Take these burdens off my shoulders, I am no longer able to cope. Father said: “Do
The Art Of Survival
Learned the art of survival from father, a commando- trained warrior, never able to leave the battles behind A sharp-shooter, whose expert eye tracked our every
