They throw us to the wolves before we even gasp Our first breath. Carnage straight from the womb a feast of supple fat They use honey to suckle on our pride well, my Dear, this bosom has been milked dry.
11 Feminist Memoirs and Essays to Ignite Your Rebel Side
So, here's to women who live beneath a glass ceiling, lobbing rocks into the abyss and hoping their culmination of cracks will cause its very weight to crumble, allowing a collective sigh of relief.
A Warning to Lovers
a secret meeting gone awry
a supposed cold room turned to a boil
she was filled to the brim with bile
On Self-Love and Finding Inner Peace
Published on February 7, 2018 I would like to super-seed this post with an excerpt from my own personal journal detailing the fear it feels to move to a new city alone. See, I believe we are not little Alcatraz islands, fending buoyancy separately, but each a plot of soil, a sprung lily, or the … Continue reading On Self-Love and Finding Inner Peace
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 4
To crack open.
Like the smile of an addict
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 3
Not sure if it was a dream
or reality, self-distorted.
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 2
Like the smile of an addict
browning since puberty
yellowed by the wear
Of service as an accessory,
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 1
Months ago
I spilled coffee
down the side of my car
I hate the sound of my voice
I hate the sound of my voice.
Those inaudible contractions,
anchored in the wet depth The fracture of bone.
Jealousy: An Irrational Response to Fear
Jealousy is the symptom, not the problem. Discover the roots of your jealousy, uproot them and grasp new soil. We are capable of bloom.
