2016-2017 Magazine Featured Piece
I no longer scream to be heard.
Polite smiles and “thank you’s” instead of belly laughs and word vomit gushes.
My family is fine and addiction never came to visit.
I now know when sharing is “too much,”
The wave of desperation doesn’t exchange casual greetings with my inner
saleswoman.
“Take me! Love me! I’ll give you my beating heart in a laced gift box for just a
glance!”
I never apologized for you leaving so abruptly,
I am no longer fazed by the men who don’t love me.
