my heart is ribbons // and beating just for me almost unravels it
This morning’s awakening was heralded by a soft, undulating call in the pre-dawn air. I thought at first it was a young coyote, trying out her voice, skating it across the frost that blanketed outside — then several more joined it, and I realized it was my friend’s chickens. The cold that came in to my lungs as I took… Read more »
Dissociating to a certain extent can help me keep the pain at bay until I can deal with it, in small pieces.