Renovate the Mind

It stood tall in the corner; although, dirty showing definite signs of abuse. John had asked me to vacuum the little front room where he had stored all his tools and supplies. The room was visibly in need of cleaning with white texture particles littering the floor. The carpet stunk of humidity mixed with theContinue reading “Renovate the Mind”

You Win; I am Dead

February 15, 2011, several years after an abusive relationship, I wrote this poem.  I revised it again today because I have survived! You win. I’m dead. Chopped up into the little bloody pieces you claimed… would never be found. “I’ll freeze them,” you said, “and carry them out in small trash bags each day.” Ah… You would dispose ofContinue reading “You Win; I am Dead”