Into the Abyss

Head over Heels, Over the Edge>>>>>>

Have you missed me? I’m starting to miss myself right about now… It’s a fine time to leave me, Susan Todd. Just when things are on the uptick. When I thought we had gotten past all the hang-ups and glitches, when we were hitting on all cylinders, when it was all coming together. Now-you bail on me. I should have seen it coming, but I was blindsided (again) by all your smooth talk, putting a smile on your (clown’s) face, and dressing up in finery. I could have told you that you were a fish out of water, way out of your league; you insisted that you had earned this place among the brightest and finest…who is bright and fine now, slithering out of sight, hoping to be forgotten?

Run Suzie-Run!

to be continued when I’m done feeling sorry for myself…

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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