not the death I was expecting {part I}

Grief curls inside me like the yellowed corners of aging drawer liners. Discomforting in its persistent slowness. The temptation to violently rip it off gnaws at my finger tips impatiently.  When I left on my journey to California (and beyond) I didn’t imagine this outcome. Others may have. But I wanted to keep sacred myContinue reading “not the death I was expecting {part I}”

wolf in hysteria

I’m lying in bed in a beautiful little room of my own making in my parents house. Outside the world is grey and icy. A storm is coming and I can feel its approach in the darkest little corners beneath the folds of my skin and the crooks of my bones. The house is mostlyContinue reading “wolf in hysteria”