Triggering

• As The World Fades to Black

          The pools of purple and blue make the canvas of my face look like some sort of crime as I examine myself in the mirror. I’m going out to dinner with my fiancée and our parents tonight. I can’t show up at the restaurant with bruises on my face. I look down at the Read More

• The Trouble With Lowlives

          The sound of crying is all around me. I don’t know how many of us are crying, but it’s the only thing that can be heard in the room. There is nothing else. There is nothing but the god-awful, continuous crying. I know I’m part of the problem. I can feel Read More