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