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The Fourth Of July
Free on the Fourth of July, fireworks are so silent in comparison to my screaming sobs, as the tether is cut, never to be connected again, and I worry that my heart will forget to beat without you there to remind her. I was free, but I didn’t feel like it, because my bed was…
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Survivor’s Guilt
The party is over. I pass you a glass of cold water, but you don’t even feel it as it finds it’s way down your throat. I hold onto it as you drink, because your hands are shaking. I know what that faraway stare means. I know you go somewhere else, to hide from the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 