If my trauma response could speak, what would it say?It would say , “it’s not going to get better. It’s only going to get worse.
I considered it the utmost privilege to spend patients’ last moments on Earth with them. Now that I am in Radiology, I don’t have these
I wish I could tellYou that it would get better,But we all know the Truth. The world was notMade for the intricate, theDeliberate, those Who
Dead-eyed clown mouths what My chickenshit goodness will Never say aloud
Sprightly sprout springs so Joyfully at the prospect Of your affection
They can turn you on and make you move but they can’t make you love. They can flip the switch and make you twitch, to