A milk jug, handle turned in, was all it took for father to lather, a barrage of curses decrying our lack of worth, foaming from
Tag: childhood
Inside, I Scream
(Warning: trigger) It wasn’t for want of terror – inexplicable horror caused me to quake There was no one to hear – a remote lair,
Lost Childhood
Gossamer that thread, that sparkle, that vestige of my youth I try to hold on, gnarly grip no match for her exuberance Hope we reunite
The Standoff
Men prefer a reserved lady, Mother was quick to admonish, ashamed of my hot temper, the tear in mud-soaked stockings the call that came from
Distorted Lenses
My memory of you – distorted by childish exuberance – distant and disinterested Translated vacant eyes through the lens of my needs child that I
Keep Learning
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
