My Skin

I need to take a hit; just a quick fix; it’s been so long since- the last time I slit, my skin.  You know what I mean; we all have a crutch to lean; takes the edge off things; a little relief it seems: no spin.  I’m spiraling right now; losing control somehow; wanna let … Continue reading My Skin


“We are broken children living in adult size, made from broken pieces, cracks scattering the light…” A line from a poem written long ago. Still fresh as the day I wrote it.  I can choose to look at life from a broken point of view, or I can put my pieces back together and see … Continue reading Cracks