Shadow Death

Trigger warning: abuse, violence, attempted murder. Very disturbing read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hands on my throat A calming ‘shhh’ A tender stroke The grip tightens Can’t breathe Soothing voices whisper in my ear As the grip tightens even more The shadows won’t sleep They dance about my walls A graze of a finger down my arm StrokingContinue reading “Shadow Death”

Correction

Sorry everyone! That post titled ‘in precious memory of’ isn’t completed! I never pressed post for it, but I have a suspicion of which little brother it was that posted it too soon. So I will take that post down while I fix it (and figure out how to child proof my computer) Sorry!

In Precious Memory Of

So just a few days ago, one of my younger brothers joked about the death of balloons and it was so hilarious, I wanted to share it on here 😁 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heading to a restaurant for your birthday, you sit down and am presented with menus. Family arrive, photos are taken and videos recorded. MealsContinue reading “In Precious Memory Of”

Coffee Broodings

I don’t know if anyone remembers, but a while back, I did some posts in the form of diary entries from the perspective of a fictitious character called Avery. Some were purely fictional, others had basis in my currently reality at the time that I needed to talk about it some way. But lately, I’veContinue reading “Coffee Broodings”

The Change – Part 5

Previously in The Change: The Change – part 1 The Change – Part 2 The Change – Part 3 The Change – Part 4 ________________________________________________________ Before Lucy could properly process what the lady had said, the lady pressed another button, and Lucy arched her back with a terrified and painful scream as wave after waveContinue reading “The Change – Part 5”

Warning: This might be a trigger for some people ______________________________________________ Crying Pressed into a corner Whimpering Hands over ears Anger Yelling Flashes back to childhood Hands shaking Rocking back and forth Flinches when someone comes close Can’t breathe Silence Freezes Braces for slap For more yelling Instead A gentle hand Am pulled close Rubs myContinue reading