December 30, 2016 I wake up in a hospital and the first thing I notice is that the bones under my skin no longer feel like they’ve got ants crawling on them. I’m hooked up to machines that chirp and beep. My mother sits in a tacky arm chair to the right side of my…
From the photographs I’ve seen, You’ve adjusted to motherhood as if you always knew those skinny hips of yours were made for it. She sits snug on your waist and you watch her with the most precious intent. 8 Years Ago, during some obligatory Saturday night drunk dial you once slurred softly, “Desirae, a monster…
December 28th, 2016 I knew I should have never agreed on receiving electroconvulsive therapy from an admitted crack-whore named Brenda Breckenridge in the back room at my cousin’s dingy-who-the-fuck-died in here-smelling apartment. But, you see… I was hurting. And my issue with the entire charade wasn’t the smell of my own hair curling…
“Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt… which is also an art” –Margaret Atwood
I have a stockpile of words resting on my tongue, shuffling around my head, filling my heart so full I’m afraid that at any moment a vein is going to blow. I’ve been thinking a lot today, lately. I think I’ve forgotten how to make friends. I have friends, but only a couple. However, we…
To the quiet girl with the werewolf love One day you will realize the reason you howl at the moon is because you ache to find your tribe. I need (I’m here) to tell you that there is no quilt in being ripped open. Why do you continue to quiet the call of the wild?…
You are fearless. They remind you of this as they watch you walk pass, the clink clank of your polished armor dutifully hiding the sound of your entire body trembling inside of it. You are brick and mortar. You are the daughter of a king. Clink. Clank. Clink. Clank. They lock eyes with you as…
Keep in mind I don’t know shit about paganism. I’m learning what I can slowly, so as to really take it in, but I don’t know shit about paganism. I’m bright-eyed and wondering about it, intensely interested in it, but for a third time I don’t know shit. Now that I’ve thoroughly stated my ignorance…
I love the New Year. I understand that time is just a social construct and in the scheme of Everything it doesn’t matter, but for me it’s always been cleansing. For a girl who doesn’t do well with endings and who has a tendency to dwell on things that happen between the start and stop,the…
