Terry wasn't sleeping. Beads of sweat coated her bare body beneath the dampened sheets. And tremors throughout her body twitching her arms and legs at their joints.      Terry was mostly awake when an eyelid creaked open...

  I rise from ashes of taboo and sting,a coiled whisper beneath everything—my silence cuts, but my silence heals,a blade that knows how Death feels. I burn with secrets I never share,smolder beneath a scorpion stare;each line I pen, a venomous...

     Terry found herself standing outside a local church. She was both tempted and hesistant to approach its cathedral-like, bronze doors.       What was inviting was the message written in marker on a bulletin board on the...