Mary Parker
Bio
I write what I feel and what needs to be said.
Stories (2/0)
Unseen
Do you ever remember something in such vivid detail that it’s the only thing you can see? It cannot be unseen. Flashes run through your head at the worst moments, sweep away your feet from under you, clench your breath and hold your stomach. Breathe through it. Feel it hurt. Feel it become you, feel it in your bones and your heart, in every muscle as it threatens to explode you into million of bits.
By Mary Parker4 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
She had sat alone for what seemed like hours. Anyone else might have long become lonely, but for her, time spent alone was better than time spent with people. People always stared with long, pitiful faces, and ruined her meditative state of numbness.
By Mary Parker4 years ago in Families