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Rage

Rage

I’ve been thinking a lot about rage. How it sits inside me like a dormant volcano ready to wake up. I promised myself I would let my mother’s trauma die with her, but that’s easier said than done. Because her…

The Phoenix

Your life was pain and suffering trauma after trauma but you continued living molested as a child abused by a husband you lived in your car raped stabbed left for dead a broken jaw by a boyfriend used abused and…

Phantom Pain

Whenever I have something to share I want to reach out to you and then I remember that you… the phantom pain awakens and it clenches its tentacles around my chest my throat squeezing tears from my eyes then it…