The Sweetest Nun


Has passed on. I thought of our Dear Aunt. Her Mother, now daughter, and Sister. She left at the end stage of her childbearing years. I thought whom my mother the first year following, and of no intention. She adored me until her last breath. The sepsis and pneumonia, an enemy within. I learn she endured much pain in the later years. Sister Teresa devout to our Almighty God. Be in peace.

The Sweetest Nun has passed on.

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Published by: hermourningcoffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity and deep-rooted trauma, fear, anger, insecurity, and vulnerability. I heal with every stroke of the pen. Night Falls, I fear myself. I AM the monster underneath my bed. I do not wish to provoke you.  As you venture into my headspace, you ARE a willing participant. Disclaimer: 40/60 IRT

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