twenty five

twenty five

A year ago today, I published a poem along with text messages from my father, outing him as an abuser and an alcoholic who refuses to take responsibility for his actions. I was always there for him and remain unappreciated. I have forgiven him for what he has done to...
linear

linear

Healing Is not linear. People seem to forget that. It’s so easy to believe the bad- To make a snap judgement When someone in recovery, Or you, yourself, Falls off, picks up, Or makes a bad decision. Sobriety Does not promise An easy life Or immediate, Significant,...
you’re not decent [eve]

you’re not decent [eve]

What if you woke up one day with no knowledge of who you were? This original short story explores how we would feel about our bodies without societal pressure- if we didn’t know our ‘flaws’ were flaws.   you’re not decent [eve]   I’m not...
trustworthy

trustworthy

Maybe it’s an age thing Or a woman thing Or an addict thing But it’s a ludicrous thing To not know Your own mind Or to lack confidence In your opinions. I’m always Looking over my shoulder. Always asking What someone else wants, Or feels, or needs, Or double checking...
ink

ink

*Trigger Warning: self harm.   Friendship, It says. It means more to me Than that. As the needle Tore through my skin I was reminded Of how far removed I am From the razor blades That once did the same. My body is the map of my life. The scars are a part of me, An...