To My Best Friend, On The Day of Her Death

I wore daggers on my knuckles and hate in my hair, and my heart was dark and full of venom and teeth that gnashed on rage. But you, the walker in my dreams the burning bush in my heart, you told me once that my heart was golden and my soul could shine brighter than … Continue reading To My Best Friend, On The Day of Her Death

I Developed A Taste For It

I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the … Continue reading I Developed A Taste For It

Game Night

Lines cut, lines crossed highs hit, friends lost Move left, slither right hands up, blindside Is it all just a game played in good jest, or does luck play a hand in sinking the rest? Is it all just a game determined by fate, or will you be the one left to sit in checkmate? … Continue reading Game Night

Nourish Your Soul – Shareen Mansfield

I am so pleased to welcome the brilliant and beautiful Shareen Mansfield to The Lithium Chronicles. I absolutely love Shareen and everything that she does at Open Thought Vortex, and for everyone who crosses her path. Welcome to TLC, Shareen. Nourish Your Soul by Shareen Mansfield I haven’t written much the past few months. The … Continue reading Nourish Your Soul – Shareen Mansfield

The Ugliest War of You 

Absolutely amazing. This is exceptional.   I live in a place where people say “faggot”  as causal as one would say, “hello.” A passing respectful nod from a stranger  is common, although just under his brea… Source: The Ugliest War of You 

You Don’t Know Me – Dianne Hoffmeyer

    You think you know me? You don't. You think I'm the same woman from a few years back? Not even close. You think I'm still quiet, subservient, timid and fragile? Afraid Not. You think I'm just going to let you do and say what you want to me? Think again...   I can … Continue reading You Don’t Know Me – Dianne Hoffmeyer

By My Own Admission #1 – S.L. Heaton

By my own admission...I wasted "the pretty" for too many years.   I spent a lot of years in a relationship where I never felt valued. I felt like I was in a constant state of defeat. No matter what I did...it was never good enough. No matter what I said...it was never the right … Continue reading By My Own Admission #1 – S.L. Heaton