Blood Shame

What does my face look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen blood red eyes.

Anesthetize

I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.

They said they found her drowned below the galley. She had tried to scratch her way back to sea.

Their presence attracts chaotic relationships, revealing hidden truths and fostering eventual healing amidst emotional turmoil.

Best-selling author, M. Dolon speaks on Sam Fife's Move of God cult.

Dissociation took her to the moonlight, away from what was happening in the dark moment.

Empath; this solitary epitaph, words come lucid, swept on tides, murky.

and that was the day she stopped speaking, abruptly, out of the blue; without warning.

A caregiver's peaceful moment with a baby turns chaotic when a plane crashes, prompting panic and confusion.

Give me quiet, soft hugs and laughter, feeling the trees; the wind in their leaves.

Must everything have definition in this two dimensional "I have a question need an answer about the hereafter and what might not be?"