Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Empty and white; slowly stripping down to collarbones and shiny shoes that look nice with her thinning silver gown. Grown to adore those cold feet and sleek ridges that adorn the backs of a hundred pale faces on paper. Scarred and hushed; lips quivering like the soul in her teeth, Read more
I feel like a hurt bird whose wings won’t fly….. broken down by the weather, the miles, and waves upon waves of turbulent air and rain, and the unknown territory of aiming for the desire beyond all desires for some safe land….. land to fly from land to live on Read more
I haven’t felt comfortable in my skin since I was a teenager. And this is odd to me, because when I was a teenager, I was disgusted by my reflection. Horrified and sickened, I would gag at the sight of myself in the mirror. I’m far from being a kid Read more
Don’t tell me I am too emotional to handle. Don’t tell me you love me just because you love my love handles. Actually, don’t ever call them love handles. My body was not made for you to hold on to. Grab onto. Pound into. If my body is all you Read more
He tells me that when he dies He wants to be buried To be still in his skin Remain as whole Remain as one. When he asks me if I want to be buried too I say that I don’t know. I ask him if it really matters. I think Read more
Kindergarten. First grade. Second grade. Those were the years that I endured bullying. I remember in first grade, the year I got glasses; I began getting teased. I didn’t understand why, especially when I wore purple glasses with speckles. How could nobody like them? My hair, it was so long, Read more
‘Don’t throw me to the wolves’, I said but cancer had your brain by then. Along with bone, and skin and hair. I have things to tell you that I couldn’t. I am a late starter, lost my virginity at 18 to the video repair man, in the spare bedroom Read more
“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister After the murder, my prayers went something like this: “Help me. God, help me. Please, fucking help Read more