Christina Oswald
Bio
Experiences in life have helped to mold the person that I am. Is she perfect, most definitely not. Both the good and the bad times have fuled my passions in life.
Stories (31/0)
Let Me Carry You
I can see the sunrise in your eyes. That little light once was dark and you were lost to me. I held your hand and pulled you through. I told you that we would make it through. Through the trials and tribulations. Through each curve that has come our way, I've stayed by your side.
By Christina Oswald6 years ago in Humans
Steel and Skin
Steel and skin, drip by drip I watch it fall. A sweet addiction and dangerous too. It's cold against my skin, the steel. The room is dark with only the moon for light. In the cover of the night, no one is there to witness the personal shame. The dark corners of my mind hiding the little horrors that no one ever gets to see.
By Christina Oswald6 years ago in Psyche
This Tastes Quite a Bit Like Arsenic
This tastes a bit like arsenic. Your smug smile is a harsh reminder of your swift backhand against my cheek. Oh yes, I remember the good times. The laughter and love we exchanged shrouded us from the gravity of our failing relationship. Today is the last day your words cut me. I want you to feel the pain of every blow, like the stairs you pushed me down.
By Christina Oswald6 years ago in Poets