I’m not talking to my past. Those days have passed. I’m walking as I pass those ways I once had. Don’t dare look or venture […]
What’s Unspoken Remains Broken (poem)
TW: trauma, self-harm references ALL…THIS…TIME! I was rotting by myself. My clothes smokey, because I walked through hell. Every day is a new day. Yes, […]
Wait for the Dust to Settle (blog)
Storytime! I check the photo I just took before putting my phone away. “Nah,” I say, and I delete the photo. (Crazy how we just […]