Perfect
I wanted to be the perfect person I wanted to be the perfect mother I wanted to be the perfect sister I wanted to be the perfect friend I wanted to be the perfect author
I wanted to be the perfect person I wanted to be the perfect mother I wanted to be the perfect sister I wanted to be the perfect friend I wanted to be the perfect author
Here we go, Down Alice’s rabbit hole I drink the potion To make me sane That very same potion that drowns my pain This wound I have … It’s bleeding I’m hemorrhaging How can it
I was a fatherless daughter. When I was 2, my father died. It was not an “accident.” It was not old age. He died by suicide. Every year, Father’s Day cruelly mocked me. My relationships with
It starts like an itch & then my face is wet. It is not raining. The sky is clear, especially for this time of night. I am crying. Barely five minutes ago I was laughing. The
I hear a commercial vaguely on the television, my son is playing in his room where I hear the occasional roar of a pretend dinosaur and there is a quiet jingle of a collar