The Melting Point of a Camel’s Back

“And then something invisible snapped inside her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.” -John Green, Looking For Alaska Welcome to the dismal, ill-fated and certainly unplanned sequel to Plates, Pins and Nerves of Steel. Six weeks after folding upon myself at the bottom of the staircase, I can still hear the […]

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Plates, Pins and Nerves of Steel

“Storms make trees take deeper roots.” -Dolly Parton I laid twisted and crumped on the floor. The instant pain and subsequent panic were shrouded in a wave of nausea. I screamed out my ex-husband’s name. He had left just ten minutes prior with our daughter. It was a name I didn’t call out anymore, someone […]

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I Was A Sidelined Sporty Spice

“They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they’d make up their minds.” Wilt Chamberlain Four years ago I was driven and dedicated, not just to the gym, but to myself. I maintained steady control and discipline over my body and the barrage of invasive thoughts. Five or […]

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Silence, an inexplicable virtue, one I sometimes tend to lack A sickness I have riddled throughout my body Have you heard of my ailment? “Foot in Mouth Disease” ________ Taken in by blind leaps of faith but what gets me the most, words leaping from my lips. Not knowing when to stop, is not knowing […]

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To Dance With Angel’s Wings

She donned her shoes with grace spinning ballerina a child’s face Her voice, an echo of her mother’s sixteen and silent ________ Floating in song we watched her dance The calming effect after a storm Holding her back we tied her wings in vain ________ Face of an angel left in the wreckage sweet sorrows, […]

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I guess I missed the part where you decided to leave me standing here I covered up my nervous shaking by burying my head in the sand ________ Am I slowly fading into a memory or am I already there? I think that you should trust me before I’m long forgotten we’ll never get this […]

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