
Baby, come undone
When we unravel, when we come undone, it is illustrated in as many different ways as there are people in existence. Some of us break into tiny, unseen pieces, leaving an internal shell of who we once have been, our voices cracked and brittle, our skin tender to the touch, and our hearts cracked open and bleeding. Others of us will shut down, the draw bridge closes and the gates go up, we hide ourselves deep inside where no one can hear us, see us, touch us, and where we can pretend to be safe. Some of us explode into … Continue reading Baby, come undone