Hey, he says, I hope you’re well. It was nice to see you in your car and wave hello even if it was nothing more, he says. Except, I know it was so much more than hello. It was hell, you know? To see my memory flash before my eyes with his smile and my... Continue Reading →
Content warning: this poem depicts rape and abuse. 9 December 2013 Me Hating You While You Hate Yourself For Being Like the One You Hated I know it’s hard, and its hard body provoked you and my soft body provoked it to provoke you. It’s all my fault; not its, not yours. I know it’s... Continue Reading →
I see your face everywhere haunting me til I can’t tell which man is actually you. But is there even a difference? Because he who drives past me in the morning, breaking neck to check me out as I try to just walk my dog and live, is causing a traffic accident in my heart... Continue Reading →
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