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.
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.