When I was a child I internalized every thing... My mom told me to write it out...
So tonight I can't sleep, so I find myself writing.
Dedicated to my very best friend, mommy.
To the one who shattered my heart and my trust, I still haven't recovered, but I'm getting there slowly...
To myself, you'll be okay.
This piece is personal... I hope you enjoy.
I found this photo on google, it's not mine...
**finished manuscript in the revision and editing process**
Lola and I are best friends, partners in life. Only I can see her, hear her, touch her. Ever since the accident that killed my mother, she's stuck with me, made it easier to live my life comfortably detached. I don't remember the accident. All I have are gnarled memories in the form of night terrors. But I am determined to unravel it, piece by piece. Even if it hurts one or the both of us.