#weaknesses
I wake to the unfamiliar familiar:
The sound of snowfall
Books by Thoreau
Snapshots of a roiling sea
The stained-glass daybreak
The dizzy framework of her warm body
There are patterns in repeat:
A kiss
A reminisce
A fleur-de-lis
They
Find me
Bind me
Intertwine with me
I am winter, she whispered, I am spring
In medias res, you shall fall for me all over again
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC
Have you ever thought 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘? Being in a position granting free will? That is, not being someone's slave or held in confinement? Having a more or less decent income, which allows to satisfy consumerist needs, & the opportunity to travel the world, some probably consider themselves free (funny). Let's say you're such a person. Now imagine the following. Some bad guy(s) comes(-) &, either by threats of violence, threats of harming to your close ones, or threats of publicly disclosing something being a blackmail material, intimidates(-) you into submitting to whatever it is that they want from you. Or, vice-versa, tempts(-) you with something you find hard to reject. You still think you're free, you satisfied consumer? To me, being truly free means 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. That is, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 (𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛), 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗦. And also 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, in order to not be physically abusable (physical abuse, in its turn, violates one of human freedoms, namely, physical/bodily integrity).
There's only one truly free person (with the exception, to some degree, of being capable of self-defense) coming to my mind when I think of it. It's the Joker from Christopher Nolan's "The Dark Knight". He doesn't seem to be afraid to die. In the scene where he walks towards the Dark Knight approaching him on his batpod, he expresses a call for the vigilante to hit him. He's not intimidated when he gets beaten up by him in the interrogation room. He even laughs in response, as well as when he’s in a freefall in the wake of being thrown out of the skyscraper. He has no people he's attached to (at least, it's not mentioned in the film). Despite he mentions "if you're good at something, never do it for free", he doesn’t seem to have any temptations, which is partly confirmed when he sets a huge pile of cash (which includes his cut) aflame, saying then: "All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal".
I can't allow myself not to mention that had such an individual a moral compass of V/Robert McCall/Jason "Red Hood" Todd & were that individual an expert fighter & assassin like them, it would be not just a regular film vigilante, but a nigh-on unstoppable/unbreakable society purger/trash eliminator (whichever sounds better to you). And in this rotten world full of authoritarian regimes & organized crime, such a force is necessary.
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Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, ЧТО ЗНАЧИТ БЫТЬ ПО-НАСТОЯЩЕМУ СВОБОДНЫМ? Быть в позиции, предоставляющей свободу воли? То есть, не быть чьим-нибудь рабом или не удерживаться в заключении? Имея более-менее приличный доход, позволяющий удовлетворять потребительские нужды, и возможность путешествовать по миру, некоторые, вероятно, считают себя свободными (забавно). Допустим, вы - такой человек. А теперь представьте следующее. Приходит какой(-ие)-нибудь плохой(-ие) парень(-ни) и, либо угрозами насилия, угрозами причинения вреда вашим близким, либо угрозой публичного раскрытия чего-то, являющегося материалом для шантажа, запугивает(-ют) вас, вынуждая подчиниться чему бы это ни было, чего он(-и) от вас хотят. Или, наоборот, искушает(-ют) вас чем-то, что вам трудно отвергнуть. Вы всё ещё думаете, что вы свободны, удовлетворённый вы потребитель? Для меня быть по-настоящему свободным означает НЕ ИМЕТЬ ИЛИ ПОЧТИ НЕ ИМЕТЬ СЛАБОСТЕЙ, КОИ МОГУТ БЫТЬ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАНЫ ПРОТИВ ВАС. То есть, БЫТЬ СВОБОДНЫМ ОТ СТРАХОВ (ВКЛЮЧАЯ СТРАХ СМЕРТИ), ЛИЧНЫХ ПРИВЯЗАННОСТЕЙ, ИСКУШЕНИЙ, ЗАВИСИМОСТЕЙ И ВРЕДНЫХ ПРИВЫЧЕК. А также БЫТЬ СПОСОБНЫМ К САМООБОРОНЕ, чтобы не быть уязвимым к физическим посягательствам (что, в свою очередь нарушает одну из человеческих свобод, а точнее, физическую/телесную неприкосновенность).
Мне на ум приходит лишь один по-настоящему свободный человек (за исключением, в некоторой степени, способности к самообороне), когда я думаю об этом. Это Джокер из «Тёмного рыцаря» Кристофера Нолана. Не похоже, что он боится умереть. В сцене, где он идёт к Тёмному рыцарю, приближающемуся к нему на своём batpod'е, он выражает призыв, чтоб вигилант сбил его. Он не запуган, когда тот избивает его в комнате для допросов. Он даже смеётся в ответ, как и тогда, когда он находится в свободном падении после того, как он выброшен из небоскрёба. У него нет людей, к коим он привязан (по крайней мере, об этом не упоминается в фильме). И хотя он упоминает «Если ты хорош в чём-то, никогда не делай это бесплатно», не похоже, что у него имеются искушения, что отчасти подтверждается, когда он поджигает огромную кучу наличных (что включает его долю), говоря затем: «Всё, что вас волнует, — это деньги. Этот город заслуживает преступников получше».
Не могу себе позволить не отметить, что имей подобный человек моральный компас V/Роберта МакКолла/Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда и будь тот человек искуссным бойцом и убийцей как они, это был бы не просто типичный фильмовый вигилант, а практически неудержимый/несокрушимый общественный чистильщик/уничтожитель мусора (смотря что звучит лучше для вас). А в сём гнилом мире, полном авторитарных режимов и организованной преступности, подобная сила необходима.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 7:32 AM UTC
They always said
How much the little girl
Was like her daddy in
The way she stood
Walked
Movements
Gestures --
Cute when she was small
But the older she gets
The more she takes on
More serious aspects of
My strengths
My weaknesses.
Proud to see her
Strong personality --
Flashbacks of my youth.
Strong-willed
Free in spirit
As a young deer
Kinking up its hind legs
In defiance of constriction.
A free spirit sees
No need for the fences
We build to contain it
To control our so-called
Base instincts.
In her my strengths are
Magnified
but oh
So are my weaknesses --
My weaknesses magnified?!
Looking at this
Living mirror of myself
Seems to
Magnify
Intensify
A normal father/daughter
Relationship.
I think I see clearly because
I think I know myself so well.
I chastise myself
I condemn my weaknesses
The mistakes I made in my youth.
I look down at me
She looks up to me.
They say she is
So much like her daddy
But she is much more.
Part mama
Part gran
Part grandma
A tapestry of traits
All formed in her
Along with what her social
Environments have
Sown in and reaped of her.
The teenager often sees the
Outward beauty of a
Model or movie star.
Someone is always
Better looking
Someone else always
Has more of something.
I try so hard to help her see
That this is so common
A feeling.
She is above all this
She is not run of the mill.
I know she knows this
Somewhere
Deep inside.
Time has proved
That I see more
Than what meets the eye--
But this knowing
Holds possible dangers.
I can see ahead to
Warn her of trouble
But there are troubles
That she must endure.
Over-protection
Every caring parent knows
This pain.
I do not want to fail her
But distance seems to grow
Between us when
I monitor her progress
When I push and ****
To make her less like daddy.
She shouldn’t be too much
Like me --
I have too many regrets.
In the night hours
I sometimes hear sounds
That I cannot distinguish.
I hear fluttering sounds
That I think are birds
Flying out of the trees
But in reality it is the wind
Blowing high
Through the pines.
I see shadows of strangers
Seeking mischief
Shining bright
Lights at the family tent
In the cold
Half-dream-state
Of the cold night--
But reality says it is
The distortion of the campfire
Through the fabric of the tent.
I cannot always distinguish
Certain sights and sounds
At certain times
But time reveals what
They truly are.
But to bite the tongue
When I wish to scold
Out of season!
To stop focusing on our
Likenesses to the point
Where I cannot differentiate
Between what she used to be
And what I used to feel
And the individual soul
That my daughter is!
They always say how
much she is like her daddy.
Maybe daddy needs to change.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC
anxiety doesn't suddenly appear
it's there because of others
and when we look drear
we try to drag our covers
up and up
hiding our tired faces
because we don't want to cleanup
and show others traces
of our weaknesses
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 9:26 AM UTC
As long as I hate myself, I will hate the world.
As long as I'm alive, I won't truly know what it's like to love.
Even now, with my head in my hands;
I can't love myself.
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
That lasting life change
So deep, so heart felt?
How is it born?
That deep inner knowing
A place of understanding
Connected to what Is
Divine within each of us?
As we work together to understand truth
What lies within each of us and directs us
To the deepest desired connections
Of our intertwined hearts?
Is this within?
The unfolding Inner most being
A Higher Spiritual Self?
The Spiritual Man
The Spiritual Woman
Who's purpose exposes
Our strengths and weaknesses
With expected and unexpected gifts?
As our weaknesses bring
Us to our knees
Lamenting our life's challenges
Crying out our broking hearts
Evaluating the known and unknown
How do we begin to move along
The Way Home?!
Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness
Only to shriek and back away?
Or do we chose to allow courage
To accept our steps into it's presence?
In spite of our fears
Will we allow courage
To forge our greatest strengths?
As steal within the bellowing fires?
And if we allow resolve
Will we find deeper wisdom and truth
Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts?
The opening is before us.
If you place a hand on the door
Open it wide!
It was then!
He stepped into the shadow of
His own darkness…..
Finding himself alone
He reached his hand back
Toward hers.
Stepping into her own shadow
She grasped his outstretched hand
Pulling, supporting, anchoring together
Both facing the Light...
From within their own
Shadows of darkness
Holding fast,
They began their journey together.
Step by step
Line up on line
Precept upon precept.....
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 5:51 PM UTC
high heels
red lips
your weakness
but does
it help
love deeper?
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC
I’ve humored your stupidity,
I’ve cuddled with your weaknesses,
I’ve worshipped your lies,
I’ve shattered my heart waiting for you,
I’ve marred my soul believing you,
And what have you done?
Leave!
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
The
Demon
Within
You
Never
Really
Dies
It
Retaliates
To
Feed
On
Your
Weaknesses
**** it until it kills you
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
Please don´t beat yourself up when things don´t go as planned
Please let yourself cry when things go wrong
And smile whenever you want to
Do not suppress you're being into somebody you´re not
Or fear that you will never be loved
You don´t need someone to tell you that you´re good enough
Please remember why you got a word inked into your skin
Don´t die on me when I need you the most
You´re everything to me, with all the flaws you consider weaknesses
But I love you for them. It makes you, you, authentic and real
We have so much to explore and feel in this world
Just breathe and hold on, I want to open your eyes and see the horizon full of
the stars, you don´t want to be among them just yet
Once your time comes you will, but now it's not your time
So please just breathe, and take a moment at a time
Let the compass lead you, to wherever it desires to be
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
sitting at a corner
being filled with anxieties
trying to put up borders
just to unsee the reality
it's not that I fear what is there for me
it's just that I fear what will be the outcome of me being there
i fear the unknown
the unknown that can also set me free
but only if i choose to undergo the pain it is with
i'm scared
i'm scared to take a step
guided by a rope that i, maybe can lose a grip
that after that i fall and wounds and scars are back again
unrecovered from the alleviating pain
scars that are made, that will forever stay
but after all it's just acceptance
having the confidence to put resistance on hand
maybe, just maybe, i will experience happiness
i will experience the fullness of life
and maybe after all, it could be worth it
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
These nights, I hate
Tonight is one of those nights
I have tears flowing out of my eyes
Instead of closed eyelids
When you're ruling like a little tyrant
When your little adorable self is nowhere in sight
And I'm managing the worst emotion
These nights are a test of my patience
They are a measure of my ability to stay focused
They are a test of my ability to stay sane
In the midst of the madness
That is my overwhelming emotions
They are a test of my ability to put you first
Not that I do have another choice
At times I can control it
Other times it gets too much
Sometimes I cry too much
Other times I just stare at you blankly
I want to ask you why you can't just let me
Get this precious thing I've waited all day to have
But I can't. Because you can't.
Then after several minutes, or hours
Of a mixture of self control and overreaction
I get what I wanted
I guess when you have to do things alone
You learn to wade through the mud that is your emotions
You learn to be strong in your weakness
You learn to give yourself a pat
You learn to encourage and admonish yourself
Because only you, can make yourself better
Or worse
And tonight, I choose better.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
You will discover -
Your strengths and weaknesses;
Just look within.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
We're valuable things, you and I, that contradicts our own existence.
When we strive to become successful, we raise demons in our haste.
When we try to love others for who they are, we resent ourselves for our flaws and our imperfection.
We try to be kind to others, but we let the demons inside of our heads torture us.
When we suffer the pain, we take it in, but do not allow others to suffer their own.
We are valuable things, you and I, and I've learned from how we destroy each other.
We must pay tribute to the monsters who make us learn.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
i think about what happens if
someone really special
came into my life.
maybe not just someone special, but,
making friends as well.
we might have a small connection,
whether it would be similar
hobbies, tastes, interests,
whatever, same thing,
and we would be really comfortable
with each other.
we would just have a good time
talking to one another.
but there would always be a time
where i would get too comfortable.
a bit too personal.
i would keep bringing up my insecurities,
a bit of my past,
my bad habits,
and the fears that i have
that relate to the world we all live in.
i guess you can say that
turning just a regular conversation
to a therapy session
would be one of my bad habits.
but thinking about it,
i forget that everyone
has their own weaknesses,
and there's going to be a point in time
where we're going to
open up to them about it.
yes, i understand that some people
would like to hide certain problems to themselves
which i still have a hard time trying to do,
but at the end of the day,
we're going to show other people
our weakness at some point.
and once i tell the other person
my weaknesses, my demons,
i would always beat myself up
and punish myself
that i had lost another opportunity
of making a new friend.
but really, it's them to decide
whether they want to accept
my flaws or not.
you either stay friends with me
and accept me,
no matter what mistake i make,
or leave and go meet someone new.
that is all up to you.
your choice.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Face not the version of yourself
That begs you to melt into the molds
of inactivity and content
Face not the man in the mirror
who beckons you
"Time is enough, time will let be"
These are faces of you
That I clearly bear too
And these versions of me tell
Of a clear blue well
Of reflections with a face
And versions I need to chase
The same man of fires blazing
The same man of passions razing
Weaknesses and twin demons
That if I let be, will raise legions
Of more neglections of me
Those I do not wish to ever see
Strip the shell that covers the strength
Time is a length well traveled, see
We seem we're baffled by how much we try
But if you look closely at you and you
It might be clear and finally true
The timely definition
Of I
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
...gives a shiver.....it shames me,
my weaknesses, are on the surface
needing, rises this misty evening.
this cold, cold night, further emphasizes,
i need God...His Light and Shadow, to
reassure me, when gray, covers blue skies
my loved ones are my inspirations
they feed my need to write
yet, they have their own concerns...
i humbly accept.....i am not my own island...
there's this urge to run...to race with gusty winds,
arrive fast, at my desired destination,
.......but, i am halted...always reminded...
...i listen to two soft voices within
..one is guiding...the other, almost rebelling...
i feel the chill from this empty space next to me
i'm a mix of want........and fear....for,
i need you this moment of twilight,
...and each long night that i stay awake
floating, in this expanse of darkness...
my conflicted soul...sends out signals of fear..
do my fears make me a craven coward?
the evening breeze makes its presence known
i weep in a hush, from thoughts of sailing...alone,
................ on life's lengthy moonlit bays........
..after enunciation
...of my true voice, my conscience
i could use some company
......like, i need you now
.............to help me make it,
...................through this night of exile...
Sally
Copyright September 19, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Vicious black rage enveloped his eyes
Electric hate cycled through him
Naturally he resorted to the action he knew best
Graphically and meticulously he planned his revenge
Enhancing his weaknesses into strengths
Forward he went, ready for bloodshed
Undoubtedly he went for is first five on the list
Letting his cold vexation take over
-EC
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sometimes stuff is not gonna go the way you want.
Sometimes the world with explode under your feet.
Sometimes love will be just out of your grasp.
Sometimes people will be back stabbers.
Sometimes you'll bleed to death.
Sometimes you'll just have to sit there listening to angry music by Eminem to feel okay.
Sometimes you'll never be okay.
But that's okay.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Life is beautiful,
so you should live it beautifully.
You're just fifteen years old.
It is not your fault!
Nobody is perfect and no one will.
Your age is the age of making mistakes,
so it's okay to make mistake.
It is not your responsibilities.
"You could have prevent it." is not meant to be.
Not knowing something bad will happen
is not your fault.
So don't take responsible about it.
You're just sixteen years old.
You can make mistake!
Mistake is inevitable.
Being afraid is normal.
It's okay to have weaknesses.
It's okay to fail.
It's not your fault.
Don't think that you have no right
to make mistakes.
You can make mistakes.
You're just seventeen years old.
Don't pretend you can be perfect.
Nobody is perfect.
You can make wrong choices.
You can change your mind.
You can make mistakes.
You can be understood.
You can be forgiven.
You're just eighteen years old.
Not because they failed, you have to be responsible for the rest.
You're not at fault.
Don't take responsible.
You can make mistakes.
Believe in yourself.
Don't live for them.
Don't succeed in life because
you have to for them.
Don't cry because you're afraid to fail them.
Don't run because you're mad
you'll disappoint them.
Don't lose yourself because you can't find the person they want you to be.
You're just nineteen years old.
Dont wish to die because you feel like
you'll cause them dead if you fail.
Don't cry at night because you're afraid of
your reality and nightmares.
Don't hide somewhere because
you're ashamed of what you have become.
Succeed because you want to, for yourself.
Don't take responsible for them.
You're just you.
It's okay to make mistakes.
Be afraid.
Have weaknesses.
Cry.
Fail.
It's okay to be you.
Be You.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
Heavy-hearted though warm I feel
The skies are high,painted in teal
I am weak, Tyro with spirits at peak
Time has come to leave the nest
Steal the sights...fly high my best!
Flap the wings,may the mood swings
Light up...cheer up...be alive!
Wind may oppose ,its my first flight.
Face the thunders..don't let it rain
Do hold the clouds till energy drains.
My wings are heavy, want a break
Perch of memories, I may fall prey
A moment to live,rest I don't care
Now I am tired,and I am sane
Soon I will fly my home again.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
Weaknesses
My weakness is sweets, but don’t get it twisted, no food is found to weaken me. But a sweet personality can, so can a sweet smile, or a sweet touch. Basically sweet people are like sweet candies of different cultures, and I shall be a proud cultural culinary taste-tester, moving races like NASCAR in motion.
My weakness is money. The all mighty dollar isn’t so almighty to me, but what it can do is. I long for the materialistics of life that money can bring, and the attention it can get you from supermodel brides or low-key bed warmers. I like the feeling of being wanted and tolerated regardless of what I’d do and how I’d do it.
My weakness is power, for, if I held the power of a man’s life and spared him, he’d be loyal indefinitely, and that would be enough to satisfy my needs to feel loved. I’d have a friend who felt indebt to me, and that feeling of needing to accommodate would change my view on what was real and what wasn’t.
My weakness is attire, for you see, when I walk into a room, I want to draw the eyes of those watching, hateration rising in their veins and jealousy shown on there face. I want the Black haired beauty with the short red skirt and open-toed stilettoes with the dark purple toe nails and thick hips to come my way and think lustfully of me, is it a crime to desire such reactions?
My weakness is body, for I love a girl who can take care of herself. Long hair, manicured nails, teeth that aren’t begging to be drilled, it’s a weakness I have and can’t seem to fix. But then again, why would I desire to fix it? I’m not asking for perfect like a conceited rejectionist, or wanting more than what I can give like I was lying to myself, I want someone who can keep up with themselves before even attempting to keep up with someone else.
My weakness is *** appeal, because whenever she bites her lip and looks in my eyes, I can see rockets shooting through her glass lenses and aiming at me. But once I smile back, determined face, cute features and as much appeal as I can muster, explosions happen in her body that causes goosebumps to pepper her flesh like shrapnel in a war-zone.
My weakness is skin to skin, after all, it’s my right to want to be loved, why not demonstrate it by holding hands? Why not live past the edge and on the tip of existence like birds on a powerline? I am careful enough and she’d be loving enough that no vibes of failing would even cross our way.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Sometimes it gets to you
Whenever a person is being mean to you
But you have to understand
And prevent yourself from walking away
Because you are the only one who gets their way
They'd be left helpless and unaccepted
It you wont be there to prevent it
You have a role
An important role
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Throughout our childhood, our grandmother would turn to us,
in her yellow-lit kitchen, brandishing a rubber spatula or meat
tenderizer to warn us against falling to temptation. She’d witnessed
too many good people disappear into what she called
a consumption of the soul,
and as my cousins licked sugary batter off their spoons,
no one could have known that one day the candy-coating
would melt from their eyes to see their mother
for what she had done the last six years that now showed in her trembling hands, glossed vision, and a temperament that splashed into anger, flowed into melancholy as easily as she had found herself downing bleary bubbles at the brim of a precipiced fountain.
She was promised her very own message in a bottle, and this keep-sake
manifested in cousin Libby’s dreams, floating down a wine river
that gushed from the slashes in her mother’s wrists. Somehow I knew
these nightmares were born from warm and heady “sleep well”s
mumbled from across the darkest of rooms which held so many glass
ghouls with names and strengths so real, they even scared
my grandmother into silence as she stirred the pecan pie for Easter dinner. She offered to let me lick the spoon clean, but I simply
asked for straight sugar instead.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC