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The Art of Personal Chaos
I always tell people that I don’t like poetry. However, when it comes time for me to process feelings swirling through my head, I always gravitate toward writing poems. Weird, right? Poetry typically makes my head hurt. There are rhymes and stanzas and a beat to follow. And I can’t hold a beat to save…
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But I Never Said No
Trigger Warning: This novel contains references to sexual assault and uses mature language. Reader discretion is advised. His hands wandered across my skin,Dead set on committing a sin.It felt like spiders crawling,And I felt like bawling.But I didn’t say no,Even though I never said go.So is it my fault that it happened? The pain was…
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Why I Write
When I was younger, I was very shy. Like so shy to the point that others had to order at a restaurant for me. I remember the one time I had gotten the courage to order myself, I spoke too softly, and the waitress leaned in, and I recoiled in fear. I’ve grown a lot…