Whispers penetrate flesh walls, secrets resound like a melody within the temple of mind. A church choir of boys sing Latin, a tongue they never understood,… Read more “Preyed”
Tag: special series
Silhouette- Sabrina Escorcio
She came into the earth between pillars of freedom and oppression. Her incompatible hosts, were stubborn bones softened only by fate. Claiming her burden head first amidst… Read more “Silhouette- Sabrina Escorcio”
Child Bride- Twistdbutterfly
I sit and stare out the window watching the wind as it catches the swing and makes it move as if I am on it Maybe the… Read more “Child Bride- Twistdbutterfly”
Down – Deveraux Frazier
Down Down Down Deep into the darkness we go Depths uncharted but by one Death discharged into the youngest one Down Into the valleys we praise the… Read more “Down – Deveraux Frazier”
In Case You Still Don’t Understand Consent-Jessica Boyles
This was no one-night stand I’ve had drunken sex that I regretted Or not Too many times for mom to read about here This was not… Read more “In Case You Still Don’t Understand Consent-Jessica Boyles”
How I Drown- Jessica Boyles
The first wave was a sneaker A rogue Smacked my back and sent me flailing Without warning Without a chance to gasp The second wave took… Read more “How I Drown- Jessica Boyles”
From #metoo You- Roz Weaver
There is an anger that sits in the pit of your stomach a sorrow that weighs down your bones some days you bang your head against… Read more “From #metoo You- Roz Weaver”
Dangerous- Jessica Boyles
Never knowing Steal some shoes What is coming Drive Drunk When it’s coming An explosion Spew my venom Of hate and anger Spit on a cop… Read more “Dangerous- Jessica Boyles”
Exquisitely Numb-Jessica Boyles
Withdraw Pull away Go missing Find control In emptiness Lay quietly Stare at the wall Rest in the absence A disappearance A melting away Stillness welcomes… Read more “Exquisitely Numb-Jessica Boyles”
Twenty Months- Roz Weaver
It’s been twenty months but at least once a week I still discredit my mind’s version of that night interrogate memories like they owe me answers… Read more “Twenty Months- Roz Weaver”
