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dVerse — OLN — thankfulness — Remember Forget

  remembering warm burned conjuring enjoying triggering grounding imprisoning disorienting liberating allowing forgiving detaching present absent forgetting     In the trauma support group I'm attending, we need to dig into memories, then write and talk about them. You can guess some of the emotions that are triggered while doing it. Our teacher/mentor said her… Continue reading dVerse — OLN — thankfulness — Remember Forget

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dVerse — black — invictus part 2

  grey skies seep black black silhouettes silhouettes of of rippling dark grey skin, red eyes eyes that see all all color drained drained from your soul when you hurt her her of black skin skin shining warm warm morning sun her smile died then then she knew why why you killed it it gave… Continue reading dVerse — black — invictus part 2

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Thursday Inspiration 28 — Demon Hunter (long)

Geonni came home from the war on a stretcher and was minus a limb. Back in those days, prosthetics were of a more primitive nature. Johnny's was a carved, featureless facsimile made from wood. As polished as the part that met with his skin was, wearing and walking with it left bleeding ulcers that resulted… Continue reading Thursday Inspiration 28 — Demon Hunter (long)

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OctPoWriMo Day 22 — Broken Toys

  Broken Toys From a tender age I was broken Broken but too young to know it It started with making sense of insanity Insanity's reign in my book was writ Each place I turned the normal paled Paled against the twisted paths Paths alluring they were for me Me led to bumbling, tortured aftermaths… Continue reading OctPoWriMo Day 22 — Broken Toys

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OctPoWriMo2019 Day 15 — Mother May I (tell them I’m a baby rhesus monkey)?

Mother may I tell them what they did? Mother may I tell them that you knew? Mother may I say I was for sale? Mother may I say you tagged me? * Mother may I tell how many times you slapped my face? Mother may I tell how many times you ripped my hair out?… Continue reading OctPoWriMo2019 Day 15 — Mother May I (tell them I’m a baby rhesus monkey)?

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dVerse — quadrille — Immortal Osmium

Motorcycle purrs, waits, buttery leather jacket Crooning at dusk to the hens Finding coral mushrooms in moss under the pines Wet splishes and creaks sailing under moonlight Picking raspberries while riding mini-bikes Priceless, terrible memories will never be extinguished. Punctuations within hell won't die. Linda is the host for dVerse today.  Linda says: [T]oday I… Continue reading dVerse — quadrille — Immortal Osmium

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dVerse — prosery — memories with the trees

She was born there in that cabin, at the edge of the tree line. Mama was a God-fearing woman who never missed church on Sunday and who took washing in from the houses on the hill. Daddy was a hard-working sharecropper who grew just enough to keep his family alive from harvest to harvest. She… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — memories with the trees

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dVerse — Madness — Possessed

Mr. Jones tells about his childhood friend, a boy who lived with his mother, stepfather and brothers and sisters. The boy and his sibs never knew who would be chosen to “ride along” with stepfather, but they all knew what it meant. Years later, the boy, who is now a man, still lives at home… Continue reading dVerse — Madness — Possessed

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Giggling in the Rainforest

image link Annie had been anxious and fearful for as long as she could remember. She was sure that some of it had to do with her chaotic upbringing that included abuse and neglect. As Annie grew into teenhood, then young adulthood, it seemed the anxiety and fear had become ingrained as bad habits. The… Continue reading Giggling in the Rainforest

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#MM — Tale Weaver, FOWC, and WOTD — Forklift Files

In my old work days as a juvenile probation officer, it was small victories that kept me and my co-workers going. The strengths-based model we worked from had us always assessing where the strengths in the “biopsychosocial environment” were, while at the same time acknowledging where the barriers were. Our jobs were to enhance the… Continue reading #MM — Tale Weaver, FOWC, and WOTD — Forklift Files