I’m starting to see where my frustrations are coming from.
They can keep their $2.36.
(Warning: Actual recount of violently traumatic events. May not be suitable for all audiences.)
The worst kind? (A Poem)
When the feeling hardens in the throat,
Before dealing with the cleanup of many dark storms.
A response of mine prompted via another writer’s Medium story wasn’t supposed to lead to this; As far as I calculated.
I might make this my new niche.
After releasing the things needed to begin living a more fulfilling life, I’m only seemingly met with the unexpected.
Or daily journal, daily log, and notes to yourself.