Finding Myself in the Rising Moon

The journey from the sunshine state across the country sparked a pre-loaded bomb: one week with little to no cell signal among the Joshua Tree desert. Locked and loaded was the relationship cannon, ready to plow its way into my gut. A year and a few months I’d given the man, but he had little trust in me. His manipulation was an ocean, and I was struggling within a small air pocket. Soon, the pocket would burst, the water would enter my lungs, and –   I was rebirthed.   I stood with…