Dysfunctional – Aly Writes

in my riverbed

after half a lifetime of breaking my own heart, I find
peace among the pieces cast away

Jellyfish

Now I’m a bag adrift in this never-ending sea
Trying to remember how it ever felt to breathe

The Forgotten Man

His hands won’t stop trembling. His breath puffs out in ragged clouds that swirl and fade away, dissolving like a memory.

Darkness Lingers

All the love I’ve experienced
Has felt like pain
Like a bolt of lightning
Through a warm spring rain

January’s Quiet Lies

And only time can turn a wound into a scar
And only scars remain of old mistakes
But still, I am what I have done

Spoonfed Tragedies

We’re fed lollipops and bandaids
To placate hollow tears
And handed fictional monsters
To be the focus of our fears

Family Pot Luck is a Dish Best Served Tepid

…unlike Pete and Patty’s green bean casserole, which, like their marriage, has been in the oven far too long and is starting to break down.

Better the Wolf You Don’t than the Devil You Know

“Are we in the forest, Mammy?” she said. “Why yes, we are, love.” “Aren’t there wolves in the forest?” she said. “None so fierce as the one we left behind, pet.” “Can I hold your hand, though, Mammy?” she said. “Of course you can, sweetie.” “Are we lost?” she said. “Not lost enough, my dear.”Continue reading “Better the Wolf You Don’t than the Devil You Know”

If I could give less than one star, I would.

I’m pretty sure this product is made with toxic materials because ever since I got it, I’ve been gradually feeling worse and worse. I’ve got lower back pain, my knees grind and pop, and acid reflux keeps me awake every night.

Guests in the Night

The edge of my bed is digging into the back of my thighs, and my neck aches where it meets my slouching shoulders. I deflate with a sigh. Defeat lowers himself down onto my rounded back and settles in, making his bulk comfortable. He’s heavy.