By My Own Admission #3 – S.L. Heaton

      My hair before and after medication   By my own admission...I am sick.   Unhealthy...unwell...diseased. There are literally hundreds of millions of people who suffer daily with some type of ailment.┬áThis doesn't make me special or unique in anyway...it just makes me sick.   I don't generally talk about my illnesses and … Continue reading By My Own Admission #3 – S.L. Heaton

Broken Hammer – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

  My tongue bears the weight of taste buds that look like cracked hearts spelling your name. There's a flame in my throat, burning from the feathers you plucked from the wings that once made my heart soar, but I don't choke up tears of wishing you were here. I suffocate on the weakness you … Continue reading Broken Hammer – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

By My Own Admission #2 – S.L. Heaton

  By my own admission...I am lonely...   I have been single for over three years now...I don't mind being alone. I'm comfortable in my own skin and I quite enjoy my own company...but I cannot tell a lie...it gets lonely.   I'm as independent as they come...I don't need anyone. I'm good with it … Continue reading By My Own Admission #2 – S.L. Heaton

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

Me and My Dirty Word – S.L. Heaton

I don't even know why it bothers me...it just does and there's no rational explanation for it...or at least not one I can come up with that would give any kind of justification to this feeling. Opened my Facebook and there it was..."in a relationship"...I just sat there and stared at it for the longest … Continue reading Me and My Dirty Word – S.L. Heaton

Silly Girl

Stop lighting yourself on fire to keep them warm, you will not become radiant. There will be nothing left of you but charcoal; a bitter aftertaste lingering before they spit you out.