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By Lea Anne Stoughton
I’ve done my share of body modification. Mostly the usual: piercings, tattoos, laser hair removal. By far, the best return on investment is the golden pussy. It was amazing before, don’t get me wrong. But soft, warm, and pink has nothing on 14k gold. It’s not for everyone, granted. Even with the Groupon, it was kinda expensive, especially since I splurged on the upgrade from the silver (who has time to deal with tarnishing?). Plus there’s the hassle of finding a gynemetallurgicologist that’s covered by my insurance. So, is it worth it? I’ll say this: my man is happy, which makes me happy. That’s all that matters.
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by Jamie Walker
It's unbearable pain that I carry for another human. The kind you wouldn't understand at first. The kind of pain that is felt physically yet caused by an emotion. It grips you like a snake squeezing, slowing the pulse of your blood to a slow bomp.... bomp.... bomp. Vision blurs and the mind reels. It's a hand against my mouth and a cry behind my lips. My heart ripping to pieces in my chest. I cry alone in my room because its too hard to put into words. They found the boy, but they only found the body. Not the sweet, smiling brunette boy from the pictures. Not the laughing baby whose daddy loved him. Not the innocent child who went with his momma in a car he didn't know. The same little love who closed his eyes not understanding as his momma hit him hard. A little life done and gone. No second chances. Left in a field, abandoned and alone. I would have taken him. Kept him for you. He could have grown up and had a chance to live. My son would have loved a little brother to grow up with. You could have done anything else. If you hated him so much why keep him? Your family saw the abuse yet chose to remain silent through the suffering of that precious baby. The marks on his back and arms, the dried blood at his temple. Yet no one said a word. The shame of giving him away would have been nothing like shame you are faced with now, the shame of ending his life. The whole world knows what you've done. As his mother, you were his God. His everything, his life force, protector and nurturer. Now, you are his murderer and I will never forgive you the pain you caused him and the pain you caused me. Were it not for you, I wouldn't cling so tightly to my son. Anxiety would not sleep with me in my bed. Anger would not live in my heart. I would not live each day with the fear that the tomorrow I hold so dear may never arrive for my beautiful baby boy. They found the missing boy, but all they found was the body and it's all your fault. *Colton's murder has not been solved, nor has his mother been proven guilty in a court of law. Circumstances and preliminary reports insinuate her guilt in the case. There are some things I know to be true in my heart, however painful. This is one of those times where I wish I could open my home to these babies, give them refuge and hope. I didn't know this baby needed help, needed someone, anyone, or I would have been there. We should all bear that guilt. We have failed him as a race as we have failed so many countless others. by Lindsay Quist
Suffering Inside Mindless thoughts turned to cries, Vividly dreaming with soundless screaming, Silently suffering as the heart dies, What’s one to do with no place to run? A life seemingly full of hurt and lies...... As time slowly passes the pain only gets deeper, A flame-less fire burning cold inside, Softly speaking "I'm the real Grim Reaper", Fearlessly sneaking just waiting anxiously, Love is the name, my eternal keeper. One Shot
That's the shot that almost took my life.... Blue skies, green grass and goodbye.... The shot that scattered my dreams.... Popping off buttons and pulling at the seams.... It's all it took to take me to my death.... Squeezing my heart and tugging at my last breath.... The warmth of it all sinking deep within.... All these memories and nowhere to begin.... It all sounds so simple and fun but.... With one shot it could all be done.... Giddiness and tipsy nights.... With bad dreams and blackout fights.... Passing out as visions fill my head.... And the morning after I always dread.... |
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