It was 4am in the Eastern Sierras and the moon was new. The night before, when it became all dark and all stars, I crawled into bed and let the two strong IPAs do their silent duty. Now camping alone as a woman comes with its share of apprehensions and vulnerable moments. Especially when said woman has an affinity for true crime podcasts to break up music on long road trips. So when I woke at 4am to ensure I didn’t miss the sunrise (eastern Sierra sunrises are my favorite thing in life and if you’ve never witnessed the peace and beauty of this moment while sipping coffee on a cool summer morning then put it on your bucket list like right this very second) I was alarmed to see a car parked 20ft from mine, that hadn’t been there when I retreated to my bed at dark. Questions raced through my sleep fogged mind. This is BLM land. You can camp anywhere. Why would someone pull so close to (pretty much in) another persons camp site in the middle of the night? Nex...
Come with me, he said We will dance in the night Underneath all the stars With moon as our light Lie with me, he said Put your head on my chest You’re no longer alone You can finally rest Love me he said In the warmth of the dawn We will need no one else As the years carry on Trust me, he said Do you think I would lie? Do you think I’m that person? Look me straight in the eye I love you, he said I didn’t do what she claimed Why don’t you believe me? You should be so ashamed Fuck you, he said When I hit you, you cry? Why are you such a bitch! How I wish you would die Please don’t leave me, he said I won’t do it again I can’t live with out you This can’t be the end I’m sorry he said But you are to blame You made me hit you Why are you playing this game? Goodbye, I said Thank you for the years Tha...
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