The Children Don't Laugh | Ashley Kellem
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The Children Don’t Laugh

[caption id="attachment_15541" align="aligncenter" width="360"] Photographer: Giselle Marie[/caption]     seven. veiled. salome. with each gyration of your erotic dance an illusion of man soundlessly falls away wolfmother of this primal earth what man has ripped out your tongue you speak in grunts moans heavy whispers reduced to sex handled with wild-eyed oogles and calloused hands what Hell you entered, what God...

Today is exactly 6 years, to the day, that I first tried committing suicide. I remember feeling so hurt that day, but having reached a kind of finality. A peace. I remember hiding the pills I would take and going for a run in my neighborhood,...

[Untitled]   We say our prayers with sinner’s tongues, touching sinner’s lips Our hallelujahs sound like pagan chants And our raised hands mimic heretical signs Of gods and demons and cursed men We are still waiting for the sky to fall And the sun to darken Where men cry out, and children weep...