Today

Today by Ruth Cutler 2016   With a piercing shrill, once more I am forced upon another dreadfully, blessed day. Laying in a pool of sweat and tears, a speeding heart and screams fading into whispered echo’s, the alarm shatters, the never ending nightly play of terrors. Grisly visions best kept unsaid and kept away... Continue Reading →

The Mirror

The Mirror By Ruth A. Cutler 2015 Tattered, dog chewed oak legs, worn and faded, hidden in the darkest corner of this room, it's holding captive an oval frame of the same quality. The beveled, silvered glass has flaws, which delights me all the same. Under the golden haze of the single candle near my... Continue Reading →

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