Whiskey was
the medication
used to dull pain
When the bottle
didn't provide
answers
He shared
his agony
an attempt to
dissipate his
misery
Punishment for those
whose pain was not
the same as his
The spread of agony
simply resulted in
unseen scars
Whiskey Scars
The world
couldn't see
my sharing
the lie
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Please read Elizabeth’s powerful piece.
Death, a Saving Grace At dawn, the life light went out of the woman’s abused body, it laid in front of her the children she tried to protect…she was a mother, she was a woman, and she was a wife. A coal oil lantern glowed against rustic rough boards, shadowing the fragile souls left […]
via Death a Saving Grace – #2 — Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree
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