Pieces by The Tree Writer

She lies on the floor, folded over like a thrown-away towel. Pieces of her lie scattered all around her. Childhood images shattered and torn: Boyfriends’ and past lovers’ memories strewn all over the dark, damp, musty-smelling floor. She has hit rock bottom, as it is well-known to some, for many possible different reasons. She slowly […]Read Post ›