This is the season of Winter. The memory of all my past selves flicker in the theatre of my mind, and I lay eyes on a version of myself, I scarcely remember. Scared, and vulnerable. Fighting blindly, willfully, for a life better lived. How could...
It feels like I have spent the past few months in nothing but review. It has been a draining, frustrating process that lends itself to the reality that the work is never done. That growth is forever, change is constant, and to wish for anything...
[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,...
I started this year, with a promise to myself. That I would break the chains of toxicity, that I would release the burden of repetition. That all the things that weighed me down, I would let go of, and that I would move forward. That...
I met a boy. And it terrifies me. Because I am still in love with another boy. On paper, he is everything I could ever imagine having. He is happiness. But I still have these memories nestled and embedded in my bones. In my entire body,...