Had I…

Had I…   Had I, a great husband… I would never know the world the way I do. I wouldn't have needed to look. Had I, not the husband of nightmares… I wouldn't have ever learned how to dream. Had I, a husband who never made me cry… I’d never know tears of happiness. Had... Continue Reading →

Castaway

Castaway By Ruth A. Cutler 2016   For the Father who got his kicks and left and Mother who sold me like a piece of discarded furniture.   Under crimson skies, two pirated souls on wayward vessels meant for varied foreign soils. Their fleeting passion, quickly gone as their nameless faces. Forgotten like the babe... Continue Reading →

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 →

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