Sitting at my laptop today, trying to find the motivation to lift a finger to do anything while the siren song of the couch and surrendering to sleep tugs at me. There's a numbness inside me that I can both feel and hear, a soft buzzing sound that's fuzzy and slightly around my eyeballs. Everything about … Continue reading Slumber & Self-Care
I stand atop a hill in the pasture, eyes on my pony below. I observe her for a moment munching hay or napping. I take in a lungful of air and loudly call her name, then follow it up with a loud wolf whistle, a whistle I chose specifically so she would know, that I … Continue reading Building Connection (Friendship)
It is a bitter taste that slithers itself over her tongueHer words choke on strange fruit that turns to ash in her mouth. All she can do is look onHelplessly As a monster lays waste to the world she so carefully, so lovingly built. Promises of true love, whispered and caressed into her skin, shattered … Continue reading Bitter Fruit
Amanda Soper 