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Flying Spaghetti Monster

Flying Spaghetti Monster

(Author’s Note: This short poem refers to a couple of similar childhood events and my thoughts at the time. It is about daddy-Monster's temper and the effect it had on one of my brothers and the rest of us.) I am eight or nine years old;my reckless brother is one year...
Taming Terror

Taming Terror

TRIGGER WARNING: this share describes violent facts and feelings. Don’t read it unless you’re ready to face them.These facts took place when I was between 17 and 21 years old.Ten years later, I dreamt about it, a nightmare so terrific that I woke up sweating and with...
Powerless

Powerless

What did Powerless mean to my inner child? I was powerless growing up in an incredibly controlling and narcissistic envelope, with players of various narcissistic flavors. No red flags here, all normalized. I was powerless over being assigned the role of family...
My Right Leg Tells Me a Story

My Right Leg Tells Me a Story

I had a dream last nightI am dreaming latelyafter none for most of my lifeexcept for “stuck feet” dreams, repeatedly, the same dreamagain and again. Go back to sleep, it runs again.Thankfully those are gone now.The door opened around being the speaker for a speaker...
Reflections of a childhood

Reflections of a childhood

Houdini books Fruit brandy brewing in my closetWhy not in their closet?Floor heater gratebranding my little brother’s feetMirrors in the hall and bathroomtoo high up to see meMirror in my room, stay awaySewing classesCheerleaders blaspheming and...