Once again, trigger warning for grief related stories below. May is not only the month of mother’s day, but it’s the month of my mother’s birthday. Needless to say, May hits me hard. This is the second time around since her passing.
Grief is like walking on a tightrope. #ephemeral sways between balance & vertigo. Until inevitably we fall, deep into the sorrow of our loved one's absence. Eventually we get back on the tightrope, hoping to master it, despite that we never will. #vss365 #trueStory #missMyMama
— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 7, 2019
When a daughter's #love has nowhere left to go on earth, she loves with the dirt she chisels, the flowers she's obsessed over placing & by sitting on the ground afterwards to update her mama on all the gossip she's missed. Happy birthday mama. Miss you always. #vss365 #trueStory pic.twitter.com/gWEB45RcYQ
— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 8, 2019
It all made sense. Where the bodies go beyond the sacred temple doors. The missing persons. During the equinox, at the #zenith of night, the portal to the other world opens. It'd been 2 yrs since she'd accidentally crossed over & forgotten her original life. 2 yrs lost. #vss365
— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 10, 2019
Normally #supine when facing any variety of eminent death, Blaine focused on Grackle w/ a new determination. Looming, black, hackles raised & furious eyes. If Blaine attacked now, something in him would be forever altered. And so he ran forward, pistol in hand. #vss365 #myMCs
— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 14, 2019
#vss365 Some were #lithe flitters. Some slow & massive. The ones that amass in storms? We call them Twitchers. Skitters. Plagas. #Chimeras w/ a taste for human flesh. The irony? They were all once human. Some day, maybe we'll become these monsters. Unless, we already are.
— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 17, 2019
The train tracks used to
speak to me.
As #susurration –
a withdrawing tide at my ankles,
a lariat around my leaden heart.
A disguised lullaby,
like an offer from bathtub water of
From my "Train Tracks" #poem https://t.co/iDsDmVNRz0
— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 21, 2019
Lucas speared through the portal, expecting it to be like crashing into an icey pool. Instead, a #gossamer brushed him w/ the delicacy of a soap bubble. He blinked furiously. "The sky is green?" He was worlds away from home, but he was one world closer to his lover. #vss365 pic.twitter.com/87R1JE2bmi
— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 24, 2019