Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
after Priscilla C. At the end of August, swallows make their dip and turn in the descending wind, cross the lake’s turbid water, where a killer, both drunk and aroused (the one she met on a dating app), dumped her on the side of the road, poured kerosene Read more
They say I am too much, too grand in my gestures, too slick with shine, as if my smile is lacquered on like paint over rot. As if my joy was tearing at the seams. They accuse —pretender, actress, But I know this: I have never been more true than Read more
Sometimes when I lay awake on a hot summer night listening to the chorus of crickets outside my bedroom window in the hazy gauze of the southern town I landed in somehow like an arrow in the garden or a bow upon a gift, hidden, waiting I remember When the Read more
Before the rising, there was excruciating silence. A million deaths beneath the skin—unnamed, insistent. Felt keenly, ignored. Then came the cracking—full, unrelenting—no gentle undoing. Only the collapse of all self-abandonment once held together. She watched, relegated to the back seat as mind and soul retreated from the noise. Choosing solitude Read more
“Eighty years old and still looking good,” She says to me every time I come to volunteer. I smile. She smiles back. Five minutes pass. “Eighty years old and still looking good,” She says. Again. I smirk. Eyes twinkle Lightly. A chuckle. Ten minutes pass. I circle around the room, Read more
Remission & Relapse Historians tend to refer to continuity and change, the mainstay interpretations of what has happened and what it means (at least at A-Level). I wonder if Doctors (of mental illnesses) are as concerned with continuity and change, their obsession with relapse and remission being an inevitable legacy Read more
Maddie woke up around 10 am in a panic. She had totally overslept, and she was an hour late to sign on for work. She stumbled over to her laptop and quickly surveyed her emails and chats, figuring everyone on her team was probably looking for her and wondering where Read more
*Trigger Warning Swinging from a beam, I shudder, not in fear or fright, but glee, that I have the power (even in my state) to rub myself clean. On the cusp of my neck snapping, tugging as the coarse grains of the noose tighten further, against my pallid, exposed neck, Read more