emotional health – Page 28 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

The Widow

March 16, 2017September 13, 2018 Victoria Addesso

Every early morning she leashes her old dog, walks down to and through the forest to the lake. She looks younger than her fifty-six years, although she feels older, or rather, as if she has lived far too long already. Her dog, an Aussie boy, a handsome black tri-color, walks Read more

Oxidization

March 15, 2017September 16, 2018 Rebecca Charlotte

I need to feel bad, It’s been so long, long enough That time has started the process Of oxidizing my heart Rusting it through and through Spreading a poison of guilt and self-hatred From my aorta to my brain. “Should I go downstairs and apologize?” Running running running “I’m a Read more

Suicide and the Sensitive Heart: Why It Is Time for Us to be Vigilant

March 7, 2017May 7, 2019 Susan P. Blevins

I go to a women’s gym five or six days a week, and always at 8 a.m. so that I can meet up with my buddies. We exercise our tongues as much as our bodies (more), and we call ourselves The Women’s Support Group. We share each others’ problems, offer Read more

In Words

March 6, 2017September 13, 2018 Julie Anderson

What I want to say, lingers in a dark tunnel, echoing off velvet black, syllables fading. What I want to say is stuck on the tip of my tongue, stapled down, wiggling, hoping to be set free. What I want to say can not be heard, the casualties too much Read more

Fruitful

March 6, 2017March 4, 2017 Ashley N. Roth

Patricia coasts through her suburban streets. She waves to pigtailed neighbor children who stand in front of daffodils and golden retrievers, who stomp on dandelions and blow bubbles. She’s in the middle of a wave when she sees the tip of the truck’s bed, and her heart starts racing—almost like Read more

The Nuances in Time

March 5, 2017May 10, 2017 Paakhi Bhatnagar

Suddenly. I am intelligently intoxicated. Rushing. This hollow city has over-crowded. Enigma. I stay blind, but my eyes open. Serendipity. I speak and I wound my throat. Time and time again I fill these voids with an echo for a chance to prove myself. Time ages me; and like a Read more

Grief in Edinburgh

February 28, 2017May 10, 2017 Tabatha Stirling

Butterflies stopped visiting the meadow the year your light went out. Daffodils were joyless and sadness weighed down the Barn owl’s flight. The sun struggled to do it’s yellow best, the moon simmered in shock. One hundred fireworks refused to shower the night sky with color, rain was colder and Read more

Echoes of Your Screams

February 27, 2017April 18, 2017 F.K. Jadoon

tears flow from my eyes and leave their wet trails behind like footsteps in snow… they get erased but their essence lingers, which bites into my cold flesh with aching blue sharp bites and I feel their presence as if a foreign intruder has taken refuge beneath my pale skin… Read more