Poem/Song: Free to Say “No.”


You probably only think I’m weak,

That I’m making you choose,

A choice you don’t want to lose,

You probably only think I’m weak,

But what choice do I have,

I can’t let a man hurt again,

You probably only think I’m weak,

But abuse is abuse, 

He’s starving you of your right to choose,

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And every time I think back when,

A man like the one you have,

Hurt me so deep, 

He never heard the word, “No.”

You think that’s just how it goes,

Bu you have a voice,

Sometimes you have to scream loud,

Don’t touch me again,

Don’t come near me again,

Leave me alone,

I deserve better then your abuse.

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You probably only think I’m weak,

He’s only hurt you once or twice,

And he apologized,

You probably only think I’m weak,

That I’m just seeing things,

Remembering memories,

You probably on think I’m weak,

But I see how he hurts you,

And that he doesn’t hear you speak.

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And every time I think back when,

A man like the one you have,

Hurt me so deep,

He never listened when I said, “No.”

You think that’s the way love goes,

But you have a voice,

Sometimes you have to scream loud,

Don’t touch me again,

Don’t come near me again,

Leave me alone,

I deserve more than your hurt.

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You probably only think I’m weak,

But I’m trying to help,

Trying to make you see,

You probably only think I’m weak,

But bad becomes intolerable,

So, get up and leave.

You probably only think I’m weak,

But I’ve walked in your shoes,

Let’s both of us run away.

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And every time I think back when,

A man like the one you had,

Hurt me so deep,

He never heard the word, “No.”

It’s not the way loveing goes.

But we have a voice,

Sometimes we have to scream loud,

Don’t touch me again, 

Don’t come near me again,

Leave us alone,

Because we are both free

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Free to be ourselves

Free to be safe–

Free to say, “No.”

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Beneath the Stairs.


“Carissa can you come see me in the basement?” Kathy, Carissa’s mother calls to her daughter, my niece.

” I’ll be here when you get back,” I tell Carissa who shakes her head.

” I don’t like the basement” she says, “There’s a monster and he hides under the stairs. He is going to eat us.”If only the monsters in real-life were as harmless as the one’s Carissa sees.

“I’ll go down the stairs with you and we can both look to see if there’s a monster there okay?” I tell Carissa who nods her head. It seemed like a good idea at the time . . .

I take Carissa’s hand and we both descend the stairs.We listen for Kathy. I notice the light bulbs as they flicker on and off. “Kathy?” I call out and Carissa’s grip tightens. She is staring  at a dark mass beneath the stairs. I use my Iphone as light to better see.

Beneath the stairs I scream. I have never seen such demonic eyes and large teeth. Kathy’s blood pools at my feet. I hold my arm out to Carissa, “Go, take my phone Carissa. You know how to use it.Call 911. Call Daddy.”

Carissa runs up the stairs and I absorb the pain of sharp teeth and the foul stench of breath.

Word Count: 206

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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – Beneath the Lake


The ducks set down near the stone trail on the waterfront. There is a stonewall between them in the lake and it’s a good thing there is. Many of an unlucky duck has settled on the lake only to be sucked down except for a feather. 

I was told never to go near that lake, not to set a foot at the water’s edge on the other side and not to climb the wall that separates the old dusty stone path from the water. But I imagine whatever is down there in the water could jump up and get anyone near that stone fence or on the opposite shore.

I am walking Ralphie the duchshound on the path trying to stay away from the water’s edge when Ralphie pulls his leash out of my hands and runs back the way we came. I carefully peer over at the water when a wet black tentacle grabs my leg and starts pulling me in. The creature, some slimy black, monstrosity has a grip on my leg so tightly I think it will fall off. I scream to no avail. Then I am drowning in the water and is that blood? Yes, my blood, as the water froths and my hand reaches out one last time. But only the ducks have heard and seen me.

Word Count: 190

  

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