You say you don’t call yourself a feminist.A different kind of heartache, coming from our own, as if we don’t bear enough of that. Tongue a razor very skilled in slashing I try not to let it take me,I try to understand. You say the word is too strong, too heavy, too masculine, too something, you … Continue reading Not a Feminist
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“You’re Late”
From the base of the spine to the back of my neck, the tightness, the irritability spreads through every cell. The boiling chill takes over and tiny soldiers attempt to put out the raging fire with drops of water. She laughs. Idiots, that will never work. She continues her rampage in and out of my … Continue reading “You’re Late”
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 