‘The dolls!’ was Emma’s first conscious thought. She was sure she heard the delicate sounds of pitter-patter across her hardwood floors.  With a shaking hand, she grabbed her phone and prayed to God that nothing had touched her. Emma’s fingers slid silently along the now lit screen and unlocked it. Every movement was stiff and deliberate. Fear and panic had seized her muscles.  She pressed the flashlight button and shined...

Her chances were slim, she was too fat to fit in. On a scale of 1 to 10, she was overweight. She was insecure about herself, and all her flaws, She built an emotional wall, a tower, with so many floors. Each room filled with pictures, of painful memories. Albums upon albums, she collected sad melodies. Her closet full of Skeletons, monsters under her bed. She cried to sleep, as she tried to sleep. Each new scar cutting in...

Was I never enough?   I know I have given my all I have loved you more than I could ever love myself I have given you all there is to me But still, you have left me Alone, broken and irreparable   It’s incomprehensible, You’ve loved someone, but they don’t love you as much, Or would they even love you at all? It’s even unfair, But has life never been one?   People love and they get their hearts broken, People stay out of...

I got a letterIn the postFrom one I love the mostBut what does it mean?I don't understand?Did you send it?Or did he to be underhand?I hope it was from youBut there was no noteI want it to be trueAnd not sent by him to gloatAre you reaching out?Should I send you an email?Do you want to discuss what I hope you sent meIn further detail?I really want to knowI want to contact youI miss you so so muchMy angel that is youMy hear...

I stand in my tiny kitchen to get a cool glass of apple juice. I grip the bottle tightly as I pour. I stop pouring, not because the glass is full, but because my hand shakes so violently. The shaking is worse now. I can barely hold anything without shaking anymore. I know something is wrong, but no one listens to me. I finally fill my glass after three attempts, I do not spill any this time. I slide the glass across the c...

We all fear somethingBe it the past, love, or acceptanceThere comes a time thoughWhen you have to let goTake the chanceThrow caution to the windOr be conservativeWait for the other shoe to dropLet it control youOr you can take controlFind your balanceOnly you can control itFear is endless, unrelenting, mercilessBut can you face it?

It’s not just me being afraid of the dark Just so many ghosts that will haunt me and bark It’s not just me trembling that other strange side Just that I am so certain there’s someone behind It’s not that I wake up from dreams that went bad Just that I could smell him and his bloody hand And ain’t it that tales speak only the truth? SO some creepy fairy will come for my tooth? And ain’t it that evil will rise from within?...

They sat on the couch holding each other tightly. They were both so relieved that they felt the fear and stress of the last two days fading away and being replaced by a warm contented feeling in their hearts. Amber pulled away only slightly so she could look him in the eyes. "Bruce Cranston, I love you too. That's why I have been so miserable these last two days, I thought that I would never see you again," she admitted w...

My breath catches as it flows in and out in short pants. I can feel the tickle as the beads of sweat drip down my back, running along the curve of my spine. I have my fingers gripping the rough edges as tight as they can. Every fiber in my being wills this to be over. But alongside me is another, just as terrified as myself. She is focused; right hand right foot, left hand, left foot. Up she climbs, steady as a spring rai...

My princess deserves to be playing with dolls with long purple hair Or chasing rainbows to discover the gold. Not dealing with these issues, She is only a child. Our home is our castle, So she should have been safe. Why did this happen? What did she do? I guess I am to blame, Because I trusted this person They were like my family And I never suspected. So as I went out on the town Enjoying times with my friends My princes...

An artificial stillness crept into the air around me, as sets of eyes waited for what was to come. My terror, growing from each stare, fastened its grip, constricting my breath until it was unbearable . I can’t handle playing for my family let alone a crowd. I needed to escape this asphyxiation; find somewhere, no, anywhere to go. Should I stop and just leave? But pride tethered me firmly to that warm sand, and there I sa...

Scream and holdOnto a stomach of coalsHe runs to my sideAnd to my requests, abides.We rush, to the hospital,Through corridors of white,Blood drips between my thighs,Laying down didn't help, not quite.I didn't know I passed out,Not til I woke later that night,I shouted for him, called,He showed with a face like he was ready to fight.Then he found me,and I turned my eyes just enough to see..."He's gone..." he whispered,And...

Tonight I lay in my bed empty and coldI wish that you were here for me to holdWe’ve talked by the hour, how it will beWhen you arrive to finally be here with meThe dreams will come true, I know they willBut deep in my heart, I’m scared stillOf the disappoint I’m afraid you’ll feelWill you embrace me or turn on your heelWill you run for the door, and not look backWill my heart shudder, tremble and crackOr on your face will...

Whispering fears crawl on to me.I never expected they would come so near. Meandering through the evergreen forest,  The river could understand my discomfiture. Have all birds migrated to their summer destinations? The crawling, whispering fears are so different  From birds' untaught intonations. The river keeps safe distance in its willful motion. Nests of migrating birds do not offer me a refuge. Whispering fears slowly...

We're all scared,are we not?Scared of the dark.Of spiders.Maybe it's clowns.Not me, I'm not scared of those things.Scared of snakes.Of dogs.Maybe cats.We're all scared,of something.Not me, I'm not scared of those things.The little things.The big things.Scared of dying,growing old.Giving birth.Not me, I'm not scared of those things.Me.....I'm scared of one thing.Only one thing.I'm scared.......of being hurt, by you.Because...