Broken Butterfly

Broken Butterfly

When I was really, really, really, really fat I ceased to be free. I stopped trying. I stopped living. I simply existed. My wings were broken, torn by my own destructive habits.   I sat alone nursing my tattered and crushed self. I silenced my voice. Who would...

Suspended in Grace

Thump, ka-thump, scratch, scrunch. Rhythm disrupted, Life skips a beat. Rats racing in a maze. Cats waiting to pounce. Dogs panting with glee. The merry-go-round continues. Pleasant, then faster, faster, ‘Til the children scream and hang on in fear. Somewhere,...