I want to tell you about my day today I want to say I’m sad, I’m mad, I’m broken Into thousands of shards of glass Because this life feels too large and unmanageable to Understand why I want to tell you about my day today.
I want to tell you that my chest feels empty A great gaping hole where Once upon a time, I danced badly and laughed loudly Now it’s vacant.
Instead, I try to make you smile. Wild stories of adventure and Self-deprecating woe. I am loud and unabashed—that is my mask.
But really, I want to say to you the words I cannot speak They reek of desperation The narration is all wrong. Gone are the moments I could say,
I want to tell you about my day today.
About the Creator
LRB
Mother, writer, occasionally funny.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
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Hugs from me as well💙🦋
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Sending you big hugs, Lindsay. Take all the time you need. It's OK to ditch the mask if it gets suffocating. 🫂