We remembered this time, hahaha. Thank you Lady this one took it’s toll of us, but we got it written

I have seen similar situations. Habits can manifest into monsters. Change people into someone
you don’t recognize. By the time you realize what happened it’s too late, too many bridges burned.
I believe as long as you’re alive you can change but at times people feel it’s too difficult. They prefer what is familiar.
This write really reminds me of friends who get lost in finding themselves. They don’t remember how to look beyond that mirror. Great reflective write.

What a story, Me. She got herself together one more time and did the routine before she can move on.
It’s hard for some. It would be for me.
You presented this well.

Hahaha we like the darkness it’s our comfort zone. We may yet get a little darker just just Halloween Thanks Lady

The moon always gets in the way. The Beast is out. The fourth stanza, where it sounds like a protest, but he was hunting. I like this dark poetry.

We like a little darkness and we like to switch it up. We may be posting more dark pieces for Halloween. Thank you Lady

Actually we don’t celebrate any holidays, they just provide us a time to go home to family

Yes

Now that it is a ride in a mind that seems to be on a never-ending roller coaster. I can understand not being sober if I had to go through that. That line, the machete as a scalpel is vivid since my family has one.

It’s great that you just read and liked the darkness. Thank you Lady

Holy shit! Well, minus the holy!
I’ve had this rage. I’ve tried writing of it. But you punch straight to the gut. And scuff up the head, too.
I like the energy emitting from this. The passion to scream, even.
rage has a place. here is good. awesome.

I love everything about this. From the feelings like shadows, to confiding to the stars.
Beautiful expression on such a sad topic.
You are amazing:)

Simply beautiful….

hello beautiful thank you graciously for showing me love on this it’s deeply felt ❤️

Yes, you have to love now and love them hard. That message is potent. You wrote this well.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. This one pulled at my heartstrings my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Some are shaped by pain to early. Others, late lose the joy. The truth is in the moment, and loving those you’re with 🌼❤

She sounds insatiable. Hmm, pleasure and pain. Sounds like a good Saturday night

It doesn’t matter, you read it which is cool