Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
My mom desires a closeness with me now that she never did when I was young. I’d long suspected my mother didn’t embrace parenting in that fervent, born-for-this way that some of us do. Still, I was stunned the day she actually confirmed just how trapped she’d felt in the Read more
I’m your mother, but no I’m not listening. You’re talking in the backseat of the car. I hear you, barely. I’m your mother. You say my name “Mom? Mom!” I can’t really hear you, not really. But I will always be your mother. You’re talking more in the backseat of Read more
As with most pregnant teens during the “love generation,” I was told that the right thing to do was to relinquish my baby to a good home after he was born. Seventeen-year-old girls don’t make good mothers—or so they said. But I was a good girl. I did what I Read more
I swear I heard the sun burn something alive under the ocean. I heard a scream just as I lit the matches to a wooden coffin with no body inside to keep it warm. My sister’s hair was always braided, and when those brown strands came undone, so did my Read more
For all those who died before their time, and to their families. i. I don’t know you but as I rushed from the bus to the station there was an unsettling emptiness and that’s when I noticed the tape and the tent – there was so much blood. You flowed Read more
“Call her.” Bo steers their late model Buick into the dirt driveway with one hand and flicks her Camel out the window with the other hand. “Regina worshiped President Kennedy. She won’t refuse a call today. Someone dies, you want a phone call.” It’s Bo’s week to chauffeur herself and Read more
I’m a love psychopath, addicted to that feeling. swaying hips blood red lipstick trails of roses leading me down this dark dark road. swimming through the darkness, monsters made of shadow try to pull my hair. but all they grab is blood and bones, the glamour slipping through their hands. Read more
Sex in her hair, panic in her heart eating away at subliminal cravings, standing before the gates of hell, thrashing wildly against the torrential beat of fucked up sentiments. Slick madness, cracked coherence smashed reality, light shines bright from purgatory. Who will save our vixen, the one who drinks from Read more