The Pomfrey Post

I remember so clearly pacing back and forth on my hard wood floor. Fists clenched tightly, arms sometimes crossed. I paced for what felt like half the afternoon. It was July and there was no AC in my old Victorian house. My brow lined with sweat, I felt sick. Waiting. Waiting for these damn results.…More

My heart made loud thuds against my loose fit blouse. If he’d only listen close enough he could probably hear them too. Increased thumping as he held out his hand for me to hold. Cautiously taking it in mine I tighten my fingers against his, feeling the clamminess’ of his palm. Walking side by side,…More

I giggled at the thought of you in your teenage years. Seemed like a lifetime ago. A time before our paths crossed. You laughed back at me but your eyes were heavy with hurtful undertones. “I haven’t always been the nicest person” you slowly admitted and the air got heavy too. I took your trembling…More

I sat there hair drenched from the downpour surrounding me. I smiled up at him as we both attempted to light our cigarettes through the increasing droplets of water. Making shelters with our coats to ignite the flames just to inhale the smoke into our lungs. The same lungs that took my breath from me…More

They say I’m an addict to this stuff. That the urge to use is strong within me. I spent over ten years inhaling this substance that seemed harmless at the time. One of my longer relationships. It wasn’t wrong exactly, it calmed my anxious brain. Yet there then became a time when I was a…More

Almost three weeks in the hospital living my never ending hell. Only to talk to you the day I got discharged with an excited tone in my voice. You ate Piada’s on facetime telling me how I should really go in to this next chapter of my life alone. I wish I had known how…More

The sun beat down on my exposed shoulders. I smiled up at it trying to soak up as much Vitamin D as possible. I stretched my arms and rolled over onto my stomach, pressing my cheek into the damp grass. Removing the restricting hair tie from my hair, I let my curls fall into my…More

“You need to learn to sit with yourself” she said to me. I looked back at her with wet eyes, trying to decide how and why I should do this. “Take time for yourself” phrases I hear in my head when I’m saying ‘yes’ to too many plans. I’ve always been this way, always on…More

I didn’t get much sleep that night. My mom snored in the bed with me, she had insisted that we had to have a ‘sleepover’. I can’t imagine how hard that must of been for her. Here I had just gotten home for almost 3 weeks in the hospital and then we were immediately packing…More

He opened his hand for me to hold it, I slowly took it in mine. Wanting to be alone with one another but unsure how in a crowd of people. Delicate kisses on the forehead before we say goodnight. “I’m a giver” he said. “So am I” I replied. Fragile, breakable hearts on the line.…More