Child

Grow up. You say you’re lost, Caught in the messiness of broken marriages. You’re just a child. You are not lost. Stop playing the victim. Respect me because I say so. Don’t expect me to earn it. You don’t get a voice. No platform for your opinions. Stop feeling. Stop needing. Be seen not heard. … Continue reading Child

Wine

It soothes. Collapses protective walls of anger. Vulnerability I become. I sink into the memory of your face against mine, so close warmth is intertwined. Lips magnetized yet remain separate, fearing the loss of any last remnants of control. Regret laces each additional sip.