Trigger Warning: Mass shootings, gun violence, graphic depictions of violence. I wrote this poem in response to the talk about the Pulse Orlando shooting being a terror attack because it was perpetrated by "possibly a Muslim". As a shooting survivor, I have a lot of feelings about that. Do not tell me what is a …
Alexithymia (The Day My Sisters Died – Part 2)
Trigger Warning: I know several people are reading who have also been through a similar experience to mine. In light of this, please know that some of this post may be disturbing to you. Please monitor yourself if you wish to keep reading and don't read more than will unnecessarily disturb you. I am going …
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dancing with the unknown
Sometimes I curl up in the dark night, wrap myself up with my own arms, and whisper lonesome-ly... "What do you want, baby girl?" I stare into the darkness and wish it could stare back. In the way that the roots stare at the dirt, willing the nutrients to budge from those grains up into …