Recollection torn side swipe that first invasion that first intrusion 6 maybe 7 a blur a clean break not a splintered snap or scrape leaving flesh or bone behind a clean clear break a nothingness a child erased innocence obliterated thin air smoke rising high dissipates disappears evaporates the form remains hollowed out - inside …
Tag: abuse
Wooden Floor
Sunday morning powers out rain hits the windowpane in that way; that way that reaches deep, gut level memory lane emotional kick A familiar angst; familiar imagery blindsided mind over matter punch, a trigger, time-wind slap back crank You’re nothing more than a shadow cast across the table; a marionette of fate and foe, as …
In The Hands Of The Misinformed
Illuminating star bursts shattered glass piercing penetration shock your system set back sound crackling bolt of lightening never - strikes twice never - strikes twice same place same time wind blows dust circles whipped into a frieze there's no place - like home there's no place - like home lost track of ones own self …
Trilby Yates 