Susan M. Conway: I am screaming in the basement.

I am screaming in the basement. "Have I not always been a mighty roar, even in the basement levels of my despair?" I am my own heart's jailer. I am, simultaneously, the key turner to the locked doors of my heart's chambers. But, I do not know this yet as I slam my fists, and… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: I am screaming in the basement.

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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.

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 Raymond: My Body Is A Fire Alarm

My lips, my darkness Are suddenly alight Under the onslaught  Of your hungry mouth

Susan M. Conway: The Way That Some Memories Still Haunt You.

Perhaps, I will never fully be returned all my limbs; but I am still fighting. And, I know that's worth something.

Susan M. Conway: My memory is in love with you.

You still walk this earth, and I still bleed for you, mourn and wail for you, seeking you in every lover I have taken since.

The Truth Is

The truth is, I crave the silence your violence brings.