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
Ever since the launch of Brave & Reckless, I have posted raw and intense writing about sexual trauma, shame, rage, symptoms of PTSD, and survival.
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
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
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
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
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
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