May 12 minPERKED NIPPLE ON A BREAST (THAT’S ACTUALLY A HILL) On Monday, the sun penetrated my walls the way the best lovers tend to; gently, like piercing thread through a needle, then all at once....
Apr 151 minI WAS JUST A CHILD This morning I woke to a storm that started in the sky and crept into my chest, and now I'm bleeding rain. Shame straddles and smothers...
Mar 282 minOUR FATHER(A poem adapted into a piece of flash fiction for a Creative Writing workshop) Grief: a universal language, and yet when spoken, nobody...
Mar 261 minSORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY (SORRY) When you teach a girl that all she is good for is pleasing and playing sweet and nice, she grows into a woman who has not spent one day...