Articles have been few and far between. I’ve painted pretty flowers, painted ratty walls and painted my nails. Whistling in the dark. Sometimes this business of open disclosure is tough.
I’ve been avoiding. Seriously, completely, absolutely avoiding for months now. Thrashing around the bed last night, I realized that freedom comes with speaking the truth. I’ve spoken on intimate topics before but this one has me stumped.
Living In Fear
Late at night I wake to noises in the house. I listen for the dog to bark, then remember the pup knows the beast. Sometimes I picture his truck in the driveway, a knock on the door. When I answer, he blows off my face with his favorite shotgun, then goes after my babies before turning the gun on himself.
Then again, maybe he hires someone else to do the job. That car that keeps circling the block? Why keep…
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