rooted in expectations that twist like a vine creeping up my limbs squeezing my voice into mere whispers of who I am of who I can be I struggle in fear rip at the weeds and my voice rises rattles the glass walls of my conscience of my binary world that holds me caged ©Heather … Continue reading The Bell Jar – Heather Carr-Rowe
Theresa’s eyes rolled open to the crude oil night. A crescent sliver of her mother’s face was illuminated by the blue glow of electric light. Theresa knocked awake, becoming surgingly aware of the situation’s urgency. In the kitchen the sound of a shattering glass vibrated against the tile floor. Theresa learned against the light wood … Continue reading The Bell Jar – Kiersen Elle Peach
you call her pretty tell her to smile more wear dresses you put her on display in your trophy case keep her behind the glass a perfect specimen of the female sex you want her to be seen but not heard to honor and obey to sit quietly a bell jar beauty that you take … Continue reading bell jar beauty – ashley jane
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the heart of my madness beats wildly beneath polished glass its feathered limbs twisting turning frantically a living thing fighting desperately to be free it is both monstrous and achingly beautiful as it contorts onyx and plum catching the light before it shifts midnight and crimson it is pitiable as it throws itself again and … Continue reading The Bell Jar – Christine E. Ray
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