Flesh Wounds
and
Bed Sores
In a time that has been heartbreaking for all of us, I have been reflecting on the love that is and is not in my life. And how often, an aura of pain surrounds it.
A feeling of anger towards those who have wronged me. Sadness of loves lost. The unexplainable hopelessness of a relationship that burnt out before it even began. Rage towards the way women are tossed around like toys, used and thrown in the trash. Rage towards why this has often been my reality. Mean little boys that become violent husbands. The ones we love hurting us and letting them. Memories that feel more like scars. Sex that is more power than it is intimacy. Why people often seek to destroy us. Why we glorify toxicity and romanticize torture. Why aggression is sexy and why sex is often violent. Pleasure and pain and how they are lovers.
Life is hard and love is harder. And in experiencing it, I created this. Stories that started as romance and then became anger and all of the messy parts in between. I feel as though I am showing you all of my heart. I hope you like her.