by: R. Catherine Naked and curled, I lay there dejected. Steam in my face, all thought is infected with rivers of blood down the drain, I’m affected. Suicide thoughts in my head are infective. Head on my knees,…

by: R. Catherine I choke on the words tht fill up my head. Panic it rises to step on my neck, to hold back the things that need to be said. Things I should speak, but end up writing instead. Questions I know…