by caccy46

Although we are separated by no more than a few feet, we may as well have steel bars dividing the room. I hear her occasional deep sigh, sometimes coupled with a tiny sound ladened with sadness. I am silenced and frightened by the weight of her emotions. I tried once to speak to her, and could tell before I finished my sentence that it would be met with anger and dismissal. I know it's all she is capable of showing, so damaged is she by her self-disgust. My little girl, the love of my life, lays helplessly close to me, and I remain hopelessly impotent.


caccy46, whose full catalog is here, is a mother of two who's been married for 32 years.