Broken WingsWhere were you going, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings, heels and an oh-so-short skirt?
Where did you come from, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings torn and running, one shoe and your skirt all skewed?
You stood so quietly there in the dark - I almost didn't see you if it hadn't been for the shadow of your dark broken wings wrapped protectively around you like a cocoon... holding you up for you surely could hardly stand on your own.
Why did you come here, broken as you were? Was it for the glass of water? The blanket around your shoulders as I sat you on the couch? The call to 911 when you stopped responding to me?
Sweetie, you're in a world of hurt and trouble right now - not just from your magical appearance, but from what you did before you came here. Pills and alcohol? Some don't mix, some mix all too well. Ask me about that some day.
But the child! You're someone's baby girl, but you have a baby of your own! You can't be driving around like that... and into onc
A Moment of Much Needed PeaceIt's morning.
I'm sitting on the old wooden bench on the front porch slowly eating a cup of cherry yoghurt while I listen to the crickets begin to sing their Good Morning song to each other.
I've been up since 0324 this morning when the dogs decided to have a vocal disagreement over who was going to eat out of which food bowl before the sky opened up and dumped more of that water stuff on them.
Getting up early on a cold Sunday morning is quite productive when you need to study: just log on to your book, kick back & read while the thunder- throw lightning-bolt spears at each other as they beat their chests and roar.
I'm almost done with my cherry yoghurt. The deer are starting to magically resolve in the semi-darkness, stomping their hooves and telling me to hurry up and finish damnit.
I savor the last few bites of yoghurt, turning the spoon over concave on my tongue like a child, then I walk in sock-feet over to the deer feeder and set it for a cycle for my fr