his abuse suffocated the house, her tears nearly drowned me.
tip toeing around broken beer bottles
remaining mobile
imaginary alternate reality
Abused and beaten.
Abandoned by my father but loved dearly by my mother.
Sheltered to the point of isolation. Thank God for books.
Time when things went from bad to worse.
Jesus is watching, horses everywhere, cancer and beautiful hair gone.
Sweet. Just like lemonade and otter pops during Summer.
comfortably coloring
inside the lines
instead of
scribbling past them
I guess
Toleration
Is the best
That I can do.
