A world of ash

The way he used to speak to me left ashes in my mouth as if the very air I breathed was scorched by the putrid flames of his chaos and anger. He was a manipulative gardener planting seeds of doubt, confusion, fear, pain and self hatred within me. I have fastidiously pulled these harmful weeds from my heart and mind. I swore to myself I would never live that way ever again, but this morning I woke with the taste of ashes in my mouth.

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23 comments on “A world of ash

  1. dievca says:

    Ugh, the worst…to dream of something you wish forgotten.

  2. mel says:

    Ugh, I have felt this too many times…

  3. jayne says:

    May they be from a dream of the past.

  4. eriklehman says:

    No woman should have to bear such things. My heart feels for you. Love.

  5. cjriordan says:

    I know the taste of that ash…a reminder that is hard to ignore (and why is it they are so annoyingly timely?)

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