Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I needed a good scare. Something that felt like a roller coaster, but without the height. Entering my fiftieth year, I was contemplating my bucket list and my singledom. A wise friend had told me that “Doing something interesting will make you an interesting person,” so I decided that a Read more
“Empty-headed!” Her mother scoffs, Trampling on her quest To attain The Look. Unthwarted, she persists, Craving the boys’ attention Willing them to notice her. Maybe even want her. Maybe. Her hair; long, wavy locks Deliciously scented, coconut-ish Her makeup; she’s a Maybelline girl Hot, rosy-blushed cheekbones Her lipstick; applied to Read more
My daddy says there are two Kim’s, The one with pen and the one without. I told him the “Real” Kim has pen— Where she becomes wholly herself, where she is set free, wild, unashamed. She is a feral cat. The one with pen is uninhibited, excessive, wears Too much Read more
I want tears I want pain I want grief I want shame My hands char from a gentle touch, so effortlessly. Spite me, Condemn me Damage me. Spew your madness upon me. I am not the demon you face. My eyes burn from the black darkness, so easily. Pierce me, Read more
Everyone needs a hobby. I like collecting broken boys. I wouldn’t have brought it up, but once you’ve seen a pattern, it’s very hard to un-see it, and recently, my vision cleared enough that I couldn’t not see it. What I thought was an incidental thread was, in fact, the Read more
I don’t know why I drink. For the way it makes me feel I guess – like so maybe the bad things don’t feel like they are all my fault. So that if I hurt you, I will remember it fuzzy-like. Like maybe you had asked for it; or perhaps Read more
If I suffer from another spazz-fest, I’m gonna slap myself in the face – hard. I am friggin’ sick and tired of dealing with my hyper-sensitive reactions – especially when I’m consciously aware I have an ongoing habit of overreacting to, well, almost anything. Consumed by worry and exhausted from Read more
Break 1 The first time we broke up, we met at an old-fashioned ice cream stand. I ordered a strawberry shake, and we sat at the edge of the patio, off by ourselves. It was late spring, and it was my doing. She was electric and attractive, but ultimately, too Read more