T P Horton

The Book of Miriam T P Horton

How does one define hell on earth? I would answer that by telling you to walk a mile in my shoes. I laugh at the very thought; knowing that the average person wouldn't be able to take the scrutiny I have endured. Most work their fingers to the bone with calloused hands that bares proof. Oh, but if you peeled back the layers of my heart. My heart is just as calloused; it's been worked overtime for a while. I never knew that losing my parents would have me travel down, a dark road of perilous times. The pain of loving and losing in a repetitive cycle; took me for a chase. It is a never-ending chase of love, hatred and the worst; my addiction to Karma. Life has me contradicting everything that I stand for. My career, my health and my source of living has been sucked down the drain of domestic violence, low self-esteem and drug abuse. The only freedom was loving, Luscious Morningstar more than I love myself. His name speaks for itself. I married the devil. If I could turn back the hands of time. I would have left his ass standing in the need of prayer. Then again; his soul was already kicked out of heaven just like Lucifer. My mother said on her death bed, "Be careful what you ask for; you might just get it." My name is Miriam Sa'Venom- Morningstar, a woman who is just like someone in your family. The one you had to hide your purse and loose change from. Love, crack and the fucked up trigger-points; that started my mess.