In Too Deep

Over My Head Down. Down. Down. Water... Under Filling my lungs. Can't  breathe.... Help me!  Please Please Please A strong grip. Grasps me Pull me up. Holds me. Helps me. Thank you. Strong breeze. Breath. Breathe air.


Late One Night

I lay thinking, as I often do right before I fall asleep. Images of smooth skin, tiny teeth, fat toes, and curly hair appeared in my mind's eyes. What was wrong with me? Why did I keep imagining a baby? I was the girl who wanted no husband and no children because I felt they … Continue reading Late One Night