Poem: Liquid Memories
Sometimes when I think of you, the mere thought clenches my throat, springs liquid memories to my eyes, tightens around my stomach, and reveals a gaping hole where my heart once beat. All I wanted was to hear your voice....
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Sometimes when I think of you, the mere thought clenches my throat, springs liquid memories to my eyes, tightens around my stomach, and reveals a gaping hole where my heart once beat. All I wanted was to hear your voice....
It creeps in like fog at dusk under the guise of protection. These words, these themes, these ideas are not suitable for children. We think maybe that’s right. Maybe they are too young. Perhaps individual discretion is too much work....
Sometimes you tuck away the hurt you feel. Hidden to where someone might only catch a glimpse in your eyes or a change in your tone of voice when you forget to be guarded. Sometimes I hear it when...
You have a way of slipping fear in crevices of self-doubt. You have a way of sliding in harsh criticism at moments of triumph. You have a way of making self-worth seem mythical. You have a way of shouting louder...
This poem is a good pairing for the poem I posted a few weeks ago called “Buoyant.” This poem is more from inside the storm of life, while the other is from the perspective after the storm passes. While “Buoyant”...