The bed was warm. Deep grey sheets spilled over her body. Saturday morning. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be. Her body sank deeper into the mattress as she shifted to face the window. Outside, winter was relentless. Cold. Harsh. Her breath fell easily, silently. All the while, his smell lingered. To her left, his breathing stayed constant, peaceful. She inched closer to the window, relishing the coolness of air seeping in.

Quickly, she slipped from the bed and dressed. Closing the door gently behind her. Sharp air beat at her face as her steps quickened towards the iced over car. Her eyes pierced the bleak sky as she tilted her head upwards to welcome the day.

Inside, he turned and reached across the bed to feel the empty grey sheets. His hand smoothed over the indentation she had left behind moments before. His deep brown eyes gazed at the door momentarily, until his tiredness moved him back to sleep.

Who was willing to listen to the screams of her silence?

 

Bloom.

I’m seated on the sixth floor of my apartment complex in Hat Yai, Thailand. Outside. It’s nearly 5pm and my hunger nudges me to move from here. I know there’s something to be said; something inching its way out of my mind.

I’d like to breathe something new into this space. Redemption. Healing. Space. Liberation. Time.

Put these labels in my pocket. Let them be mine. No one gives or takes these from you; rather, you pick them up. You dust them off. You acknowledge their power, and your own.

After all this time.

It was me.

-b

June 27, 2017

Anxiousness doesn’t taunt me from the doorway anymore

I know now how to keep her at bay

Peace settles down beside my feet

She purrs and arches her back

And in the water before me, I notice my reflection

as I whisper ever so sweetly,

I recognize you

Welcome home.