Conversation with a low hushed voice...

I hate it here.  I want to be elsewhere.  I don't want to be here. You chose to be here. Well, yes... I did but so what, I don't care, I hate this. But you wanted this, I remember you thought it wonderful when you succeeded in acquiring this...

White for Winter

It's before dance class begins.  Small groups stand chatting, catching up with each other.  Acquaintances and friends gather together connecting lightly as we all wait for our teacher to give us the signal.  She will alert us to our places by...

What the hell?

It's churning in me and I want it out. It folds up within me and wants to adhere to my insides. I want it out. Here I am ... then... hoping to exorcise it out. I want to splay myself all over this screen. Little pieces of me, splots of my...