She whispers,
Tongue sweet
Like the chocolates
window dressing
the store.
Each word clothed in tinfoil
dozing in a paper shell.
She speaks,
So sweet
Each letter a slice into the centre,
oozing candied-cream.
She whispers,
So bitter
Sour milk curdling in the warm run-down fridge.
Dark chocolate dipped in.
"No sugars added,"
She whispers.
I am alone, except I’m not. I’m alone in body, not in thought. I’m alone in my mind, but not during prayer. I’m alone in here, but not out there.
I wish I had something hopeful to say. I wish that I felt bright. I wish that I could help my friends lead meaningful and productive clean lives. I wish that I could help myself escape the despair my
By Amy Frank Fear is here to help me, I cannot cast it away. Fear also has a purpose. Fear is here to stay. Sadness is here to release me. Tears fall just like the rain. They burst in storms with thun