I came to Memphis to have surgery. Tonisilectomy. Adnoidectomy. Septoplasty. Removal of pollups and tissue from nasal cavities. The surgery itself went very well. The three days after the surgery werent too bad either, but then something happened. My body didnt feel like recovering quite the way it needed to and somehow I became dehydrated and there was possibly an infection. Needless to say, I ended up spending 3 days in the hospital. Now, 14 days after surgery, Im not fully healed, but I am doing better now. Thank God. They say I will be fully healed in three to four weeks. Thanks for all the prayers.

I’m Snow White.

Taking bites out of apples ,

Just to see if I choke again.

Tasting the sweet,

Tossing out the poisoned,

Sometime mistaking one for the other.

The prize isn’t as sweet as the packaging,

Most of the time.

It’s a guessing game.

Is the price right?

Worth everything that I’ve come close to losing before?

A glass coffin showcases the mistake.

I fell for it again.

When I danced around flames,

My dress got singed.

When I got in too deep,

My lungs began to fill ,

But not enough.

No warning was good enough.

I didn’t listen.

I fell.

Again.

The treasure has been taken,

But not carefully guarded.

He is a bird in an open cage,

He comes and goes as he pleases.

Always returning to the one that owns him,

For the time being.

His voice like a lullabye,

Soft.

Sweet.

Mesmerizing.

Hypnotizing.

Lethal.

A beautiful rose with razor sharp thorns.

A poisoned apple.

A beautiful façade,

Covering the crumbling catastrophe that lies behind it.

Why is it so tempting?

You know what is hiding in the shadows.

A beautiful monster waiting to seduce you,

To take you.

To make you his.

But only for the night.

Dim the lights.

Open the bottles.

Fill the glasses to take off the edge.

We exchange kisses like valentine’s day cards.

Seemingly intimate, hiding behind a sweet candy coating.

Hearts race, lips touch,

Bodies intertwine like vines on a fence.

Each taking turns in the power struggle over each other.

Feet tangle themselves in the sheets like a child’s untied shoelace.

Sweat trickles down his back the way that ice melts after a long winter.

Bodies rock back and forth like a ship on a stormy sea.

Fingernails dig into skin as if I were grasping onto something that I never wanted to let go of.

Release.

Candles flicker out.

All goes black.

The stale smell of sex clings to me like lipstick on a wine glass.

Sheets thrown, scattered clothes, empty wrappers, empty bottles.

I move like a deer under a hunters gaze,

 Hoping not to wake the sleeping giant.

Quietly making my way to the bathroom for a post coital therapy session.

The stranger in the bed seems vaguely familiar

In a boozy, delusional sort of way.

Fogged up mirrors blur my sense of reality.

Smeared eyeliner and lipstick cover the canvas that was once my face.

The scent of burning candles hanging in the air reminds me that this has happened.

Another night, another stranger, another morning when they leave.

Will I ever learn?

Glass shatters in my soul when I measure my self worth.

It’s weight is almost non-existent.

Bare feet on the hardwood floor make their way back to the bed to spend a few more hours

In the arms of someone who pretends to care.

Long legs mirror the buildings,

Standing tall.

High heels clicking on pavement,

Echo the sounds of turnstyles and traffic lights.

Hair blowing in the wind,

The way palm trees sway after a long day.

My eyes shine brighter than the sun on the ocean’s glass cover.

The air in my lungs is sweet,

Flavored with the spices of dreams  coming true.

I breathe it in,

Take it in my arms,

And fall in love over and over again.

Yep, after I get the lotus on my side colored in, Im planning on getting one of those duckies somewhere on my body…..

RIP ChiAnne….Love you chica!

true story