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’ve

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 my

Fragile

Where is it, where is it? You’re stupid.. Susan’s throat tightened and she nervously nipped her bottom lip as she kept searching through the odds and ends on her father’s desk. So pathetic… “Have you found it yet?” her mother called out from the kitchen. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she