TJ White Writes

Time Lost My breath is caught somewhere between hammered heartbeats. The once rhythmic inhalation and exhalation of breath      is now suspended beneath my breast. My lungs burn with the need for air     to fill my lungs once more.  Seconds seem like minutes,     time warped by my desire to catch my breath. Your words scorch my soul and pilfer this breath from my body. Your voice is acidic   and speaks your   incurable displeasure . Your tongue lashes out with the need     to leave our battle victorious. Minutes seem like hours,    time warped by your desire to control me . My pulse ricochets around inside my head, pulsing at my temples.  A crimson river of blood rages beneath my skin. My heart hammers with the need     to feel loved by you again. Hours seem like days,   time warped by my desire to rescue our once enchanted love. ...

Gold Rush In Repair me with gold to find the beauty in my flaws.   Fill these empty spaces where I once was. I am shattered. Fix these cracks so that I can feel whole again. Build me stronger than I am capable of being. I feel broken. Pick up the pieces of my soul and look upon them. Figure out the complication, the mystery I am. Or was. I am fragmented. Search for me within the storm of pain; within the heartache. Reach out to me, medicate what torments me. I am suffering. I do exist somewhere within this tornado of despair. Destructive winds battering all that I have left. But, I am not destroyed. I am still in here that woman that I was. Before. I am camouflaged by the monster that feeds upon me. I am hidden. For now I rest in the eye of this apocalyptic terror. Breathing in. Breathing out. Coping as best I can. I am surviving. I cannot see the light to break apart these shadows. I cannot hear a sound...