I usually do my best work when I don't allow it to be censored by my own hand. Here I just let the words and feelings flow from my mother to my grandmother to my witch of an aunt and others.
I know what I am
I know who I am
I’ve forgotten what I want
I’m used to doing this
Walking in and smiling
While my heart is torn out
There is never a miss
Always a direct hit
I hold the hand, smile, put them back together
I listen to the pain
I make it my pain
They say I luv you and slip inside
The word is never love
The meaning is never love
I wouldn’t know true love
I mend their shattered parts
Glue back their cracked up hearts
Smile while say they care
I pu
I'm not always successful loading pictures on here but will try to get one up of the cover and the list of contributors. I really do appreciate this and am very grateful to all who participated in it.
Layla that is chilling. The vampires and all that you wanted could not have held a candle to what you ended up crafting. This piece so clearly shows the loss and the pain of waiting for a word, smile, or scent that will never come again.
Loss is something we all deal with differently. Time will come when the pain isn't so sharp and the memories become more treasured then painful to re-examine. You showed the pain and the grief clearly here, AJ. I am sure this was more cathartic than you thought it would be. Beautifully crafted as well.