The grieving process

Cherry

A Break in the Clouds

I rose slowly and turned away. My tears drying swiftly in that bitter wind. It was at that moment she chose to answer me, as the clouds parted and...

Crybaby

Sitting in her room I watch her dress We chat about our day and other things So trivial, so normal and yet Inside I'm screaming What the hell is...
Cherry

Dear Diary : September 11th 2002

Dear Diary, As I sit here at my computer, sucking away at my fake cigarette, trying to ignore the gut wrenching cravings of my nicotine addicted body...
Cherry

Long Grief

No one talks about the many times you’ll rub your fingers over a half scribbled postcard and feel a lump in your throat. Or whisper ‘Happy Birthday’...