Writing

I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us

I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?

I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes

Her life flashes before my eyes

intertwined with his chained heart

Her smile is present even as she breathes

blood

rats surround the alley

a few more steps

1... no no no they wouldn't do this to her

Ma had lots of heels she’d promised to give me.
 

Stilettos, kitten heels, and a daring red. 
 

Scuffed and worn, 

yet donned like designer.
 

Jerry looks out peacefully at his friend Marky drowning again. He’s in the water. The first time he was out there, it was when his mom got sick for good, and he stopped seeing his shrink.

Wow, December again so soon?

the year,

just days i crossed off on the calender,

time elapsed too fast for my slow pace,

i sprint to catch up, 

yet i am left behind,

crying,

screaming,

is anyone still here with me?