The Mind Soldiers On…

My Mind Soldiers On In the light of day And is shot down In the trenches At that time of night

Closeted Fear

In response to the Daily Post’s prompt “Closet” When I was a kid I was afraid of my closet. The same way I was afraid to go to sleep with my door closed or the hallway light off. In fact, when it came to sleeping, there were a lot of things I was afraid of….

Bushy-Tailed

This little fictional snippet is straight out of Story Time You stupid bitch That’s the last text I see, from yet another unknown number, before the tears start dripping into my hair and start to leave stains on the pink and yellow pillow case my, now throbbing, head sits upon. Although that text was one…