Torn

As Gabrielle started to wake, flashes of her dreams came back to her. Images of what her brain had tried to process overnight. She couldn’t make out everything. A face. A landscape. If the dreams had been particularly interesting, she…

Unspoken

so many words we don’t say acts of protection acts of self-preservation are they unsaid because we fear the words or because we fear the vulnerability behind them so much i want to say i refrain not wanting to scare…

Trigger

Walking across the threshold, I had no idea I’d be so overcome with emotions. I actually had to stop and compose myself before going any further. It had been about six years since I had stepped foot in a place…