my broken heart bleeds
flowing red where once it throbbed
a drum’s waning beat

Word of the day (heart) courtesy of FOWC
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
my broken heart bleeds
flowing red where once it throbbed
a drum’s waning beat

Word of the day (heart) courtesy of FOWC
she said but he said
wilting efforts and fresh lies
laid bare to the world

Double thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and RonovanWrites
falling water swirls
her mind follows its heartbeat
she flees the vortex

I think of this haiku as a companion to the flash fiction piece I wrote for The Drabble. It’s only 97 words so check it out here if you haven’t read it. #foreveryes
Neither of these pieces is meant to suggest or advocate suicide. It wasn’t until someone asked me if “she” killed herself that I realized how easy it is to have that interpretation. To me, both this and #foreveryes are about taking back your power. Turning away from those attempting to control your choices. Claiming Your Life.
But as I reread them I see my anger and sadness and fury and frustration. And I shouldn’t be surprised. So often these days, I find myself feeling overwhelmed by it all. Choking. As if I’m being force-fed a steady diet of misogyny and racism and hate. And every time I try to use my words to go directly at the issues, I get bogged down. But … clearly my emotions are peeking through. And that, I think, is a good thing. Anything that pushes it out so it doesn’t choke me is a step forward!
Anything that helps put this into the trash heep of disgusting ideas! 
So … “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”
#IBelieveSurvivors
#WhyIDidn’tReport
I tell myself I write for the love of writing. I tell myself it’s OK if no one else reads it. I tell myself that something can be good even if no one else *likes* it. I tell myself ….
But …
And what about …
And if a tree falls in a forest is its death worth it if nobody reads my stuff?! (Wait. I think I screwed up that reference.)
So …
I cannot deny it’s pretty damn cool when someone else DOES like it.
I submitted this piece to The Drabble and long story short (literally–it had to be less than 100 words) they liked it. They really liked it! (Apologies to Sally Field for stealing (and then messing with) her line. No apologies to those who don’t get that reference. You have your youth–so there’s that!)
So go visit it and give it a LIKE (if you like). You can find #foreveryes at The Drabble
a violet stone
where my lilac heart once beat
veiled by purple haze

Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the Writing Prompt