A Series of Unfortunate Events

Part 1 Darcy, with a glass of gin clasped between her hands as her elbows grated against the smooth surface of the bar counter, stared at nothing in particular as the events of just two hours ago, replayed itself before her, twinkled in her eyes, screamed in her ears, nibbled at her thoughts – everywhere. …

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~||Thoughts IV||~

Is it cruel of me to laugh at your misfortune? Surely something must be wrong with me. But what if I told you I laugh because that is my only response to pain… I have yet to learn how to comfort, understand and listen to people other than myself. And though you are familiar with …

~||Speak||~

Consuming indecision and misery Burning away my peace of mind I once allowed myself to conquer you But evidently not this time. Overwhelmed and underestimated There’s a pattern to all of this Could have turned the tables But my window of opportunity was missed. Foolishly coercing myself Longing for things better left alone Told myself …

~||Thoughts Ⅲ||~

We’re all pretenders. Even I am guilty of wearing smiles in which faces on television screens taught me to perfect. But I cannot tell you about the synthetic strands of perfection in your life – only mine. I mask my emotions with pretense and mud so I’d attract no one; and those who dared question …

~||If pain were a Bible||~

If pain were a Bible, I’d be a testament – both the Old and the New. You’d read but you’d never understand the suffering I went through. If blood were a river, I’d be its body – breaking on every bank. And you’d never bathe in me because they’d warn you that I’m cruel and …