There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...
Tag: religious indoctrination
The Death of Ms. Hagley
I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died, crucified by slow breaths; a painful death,