on the porch

it twangs  melodic from granddaddy's wind chimes -- from there it runs like liquid mercury down, down into hearts unchristened and eyes of children.   into my mouth it poured waxy but smooth, unfamiliar till it settled.   now my heart beats through it like molasses, and like molasses I thought it was sweet at … Continue reading on the porch

empty: depression from its tighest grips *trigger warning: talk of suicide, self harm*

It makes me laugh that I originally titled this thatloudgirl. Maybe I was, when I had ideas and jokes and stories to draw people in, to make them interested in getting to know a mediocre-looking hick who got her laughs lazily. I don't feel very loud at all now. In fact, I don't feel anything … Continue reading empty: depression from its tighest grips *trigger warning: talk of suicide, self harm*