Tag Archives: Conviction

Last week

Last week

I couldn’t write last week because of all the dripping. From my eyes, from my breasts. As theirs did. Except I had a change of clothes and my baby to soothe me and mine. I still had my dignity. I couldn’t speak last week because of all the confusion. From my head, from my heart.… Read more

When she grows weary

When she grows weary

It is her calling. The blood, the sutures, the screams, the sweat. She is this- the stitching, tear wiping, hand holding, sweat swiping. Her time is hers, but yet it is not- not when you need her four nights in a row at 3am. Not when she can’t turn her job off. 35 hours a… Read more

Mean mama

Mean mama

I hate when my family gets sick. Yeah, it’s sad, and they’re pathetic when they’re green, but that’s not why- I don’t just dislike when they’re ill in a sweet, empathetic way. The truth is I hate it because it’s way too much damn work. I used to be kind. Sympathetic, caring and concerned, even. But… Read more

Awoken

Awoken

It was not a dream. Her reality is his voice, his ruling, running through her mind at 5am on a Saturday morning, preventing her from her sleep. Looking toward her sleeping daughter beside her, the thoughts circulating through her mind are anything but cuddly. She is tired of this scenario. Tired it is still happening. Though she’s so tired, she cannot sleep.… Read more

From your perch

From your perch

Did you see them all? From your perch on top the marble statue, where I hoisted you to take in the scene. Did you see her? The weary looking elderly woman just to our left, with the deep crease between her brow. The one with the grey wiry hair poking out from under her black felt hat, who… Read more

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