Ben Never: Letters to myself: I was thinking of you today.

Letters To Myself: I Was Thinking Of You Today Ben Never Dear Self, I was thinking of you today. Nothing specific, I just came to think of you. How you sometimes think of yourself, how minor you are, how… I don’t know what you really think, but you are good. Maybe you are even better.… Continue reading Ben Never: Letters to myself: I was thinking of you today.

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Susan M. Conway: Love letters to myself, I’ve been thinking about you today.

Letters to myself: I've been thinking about you today. Dear mind, body, and soul, I was thinking of you today, feeling bad, feeling fragile, feeling the weight of my past hammering me into the ground again. I've written a lot of hard things lately. I know this has hurt you in so many ways. You… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: Love letters to myself, I’ve been thinking about you today.

Susan M. Conway: I wanted to believe that you could never be that cruel.

I wanted to believe you could never be so cruel. We all live in our own versions of heaven and hell. Never simultaneously, always rattling cages, quivering masses of chaos in one dark corner or another. We all want what we we tell ourselves we can't have. I wanted to believe that you couldn't be… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: I wanted to believe that you could never be that cruel.

Deanna L. Raymond: Everytime I am forgiven.

I gave you away many times for woefully little your worth had no meaning to me and hadn't for so long the wolves took hungrily all they could rip from your bones all the very marrow they could probe from the hollow centers So now every time I am forgiven by the wraith-like teen girl… Continue reading Deanna L. Raymond: Everytime I am forgiven.

Deanna L. Raymond: Society Teaches us To Dress Up Our Traumas.

My NO's drowned out by the waves. Panties ripped, thighs bruised shame riding me like a demon I stumble into the ocean I contemplate drowning But I don't

Susan M. Conway: Love is a map.

Love is a map. Hands above her head, her body pressed hard against our bedroom wall. I trace her peaks and valleys with my tongue. I know her roads by heart. They all lead home. Susan M. Conway #100DayPrompt #TGP100DayChallenge #TheGingerPost

Deanna L. Raymond: My Heart is a choir of FUCK YES

Over the edge Hannging onto control By a thread Dangling over that sweet Dark chasm Release With a snarly animal grin Back arched and falling And my heart is a choir of 'Fuck yes' Hammering in time With yours. -DR https://www.facebook.com/DarkerRooms-1854246928205970/ #TheGingerPost #100DayPrompt #TGP100DayChallenge