grief the connective tissue webbed between each bone dangles unresolved from bleached ribs marbled shreds of tissue ruffling the edges of my open chest cavity
Tag: Rage
Our Legacies
Ever since the launch of Brave & Reckless, I have posted raw and intense writing about sexual trauma, shame, rage, symptoms of PTSD, and survival.
We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One
unforgotten Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the
This Room is Not for Rent
the Greek chorus has declared me damaged beyond repair incapable of a “normal” life “better off dead” say the well-meaning citizens than “broken” preferring the
Silence Will No Longer Ring in My Ears
I will not be silent I will not maintain the peace I will say the ugly words out loud and I will not flinch Murder
The Name They Call Her
always said with venom always intended to punish “how dare you?!” it asked insinuating that she was uppity presumptuous a ball breaker to draw a
My Beast
caged beast hidden in my breast screams inchoate rage beats its fists into bloody pulp against metal ribs until they splinter reunited we cling fiercely
Ice
the ice jam of words long lodged at the back of my throat has begun to melt syllable by delicious syllable that tickle going down
