Creeping Up on Me.

I can feel it again. That melancholy, the dragging not-quite-depression, the cloying bitterness of self-disappointment is sneaking back into my heart. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. Life is good. Life is so good, it’s almost hard to believe. My marriage has never been better, I’m working my dream job, and I’m constantly…

Oh, you vapid little girl.

marriage crumbled, affair smoldered, while an eating disorder quietly consumed her from the inside out. ain’t it amazing what a smile can hide? ____________________________________________ Thank you for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth

Escape.

feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…

Mask

and when the mask fades away stripped of the layers of false hope joy pride faith love all that’s left is a sad, sad girl ————————————- Thanks for reading, Victoria Elizabeth

A Letter to the Unborn

Photo Courtesy: http://tonyfoto.com/ ________________________________________ Dear Child, You did not have a name. It’s not that I didn’t have dozens – hundreds – picked out, of course; it’s just that naming you would have made this all too real. So I will call you child, and hope you don’t find it too condescending. This world is…

Melancholy romance?

Despite my ardent optimism, I can occasionally succumb to the temptation of a melancholic mood. Today is one of those days. I’m not upset. I’m not angry. I have absolutely no reason to be anything but chipper and my usual bubbly self; but I’m not. Lugubrious would be a generous term to describe my current…