“Come.”I am tired, exhausted really, feeling soundly beaten by my day. All day I’ve tried in vain to search for some sort of goodness to be salvaged from the wreckage of everything that has happened since the sun came up. There is none.“The day will be over soon.”For that I am grateful. I want nothing … Continue reading Come.


On Sundays, I clean.I also assiduously avoid talking to people who are not QQ if I can. Sunday is my day to relax and unwind, to decompress and prepare for my week. For as many hours as I can manage, I let myself become the center of my own universe, cleaning my space, performing a … Continue reading Crushed

Tied Up

This is a story in three parts. The first part is here. The second is here. The entire backstory of this saga is here.This is the finale.I want to disappear.I know this before I even make it back across town. Before I realize I’ve cried so hard that my eyes are nearly swollen shut. Before I … Continue reading Tied Up