She’s whispering in my ear, “Just one more time. It will make you feel better.” I wish she wasn’t right, but she always is. I drank the...

Somehow you don’t notice That all you do is take when I’m the leaking faucet, and you’re the open drain. - Ophira

I’ve always asked for too little, A crumb, a pinch, a scrap. I wait until I’m starving, and my mind is gone to open my mouth for...

I promise to try my best to be good if You’ll carry me home when the night ends. I’ll gently lay the restless child inside of me to bed,...

I’ll keep working, toiling away in the garden of my mind, to become someone you’d want to know again. - Ophira

Mama, let’s start over. Make me put down the brush and pen. Discourage the art within me. Teach me satisfaction, And to enjoy the...

A cold air and purple stained glass memory: I tiptoed to avoid disturbing the old God sleeping there, With a smoke scented halo sprawled...