Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Richard isn’t at school today. He wasn’t there yesterday, either. When I get home, my mother seems sad. She crouches, looking into my eyes with hers. “Richard’s Mummy is – “ My mother has tears now. I don’t ask her why, I wait. I feel uncomfortable. “Richard hasn’t got a Read more
Nestling together, blame and judgement let’s talk about that. Were you there? Were you wearing her clothes? You know, the ones she asked him not to pull off? Did you feel her heart accelerating? While her soul wept in fear of what was to come? Were you witness to all Read more
We haven’t spoken for years, yet my wounds are fresh. Your sword’s point, it’s center ridge, the length of its groove, as if a ghost knight buried his blade in my chest. It’s no secret, I once loved you more than the rest, despite your duplicity, your sarcasm disguised as Read more
Layla tells us that she was down to 500 calories a day when she saw God. We’re all at Bri’s house, the four of us knee to knee and shivering because her mom turns off the heat at nine. The basement TV is paused in the middle of an episode Read more
sunlight egg yolk daffodils a rare diamond amber anything not alive our house a sickly skin tone bruises the car you owned when we met butter lemons fallen leaves pineapples the tie you tried to strangle me with the straw in the ice water they gave me to drink at Read more
There is help on the way for those who step on weathered beliefs in instigating shades of abusive rhetoric for the vulnerable and gracious minded souls who seek comfort and answers instead of a whirlpool of subtle gaslit phrases to keep all guessing their worth in their pool of doubt Read more
First Summer We have been in Canada about a month, and the constant feeling of shock somewhere deep in my tummy, is not abatting. I am just eight years old. I am lonely, bored, and my parents have a lot to do, so my mother takes me out to the Read more
death will dance with anyone anytime at any fuckin’ place it doesn’t discriminate or differentiate, it is not racist sexist or homophobe I have kissed it death is not a woman, I know it reeks of fetid sorrows gloomed motel rooms seeking sad numb unsuspecting souls it comforts human hearts Read more