please know that you are not the reason for any of the cuts on my wrists and thighs i have never been as broken as when I saw your face after i snuck out and came home at 5:19 am … Continue reading dad?
purple is the neon lights and fishnet jeans and dancing with you under the disco ball when we both know that you’re trying to escape the yelling at home. purple is warm hugs on a cold night outside the local supermarket. purple is watching … Continue reading Ethereality
That daisy on the blue vase by the kitchen counter? You plucked it a week ago at that park you stumbled across at four in the morning because you couldn’t sleep and even the music and chocolate wouldn’t get rid … Continue reading Reminders
Anorexia isn’t a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake. It’s lanugo and the calorie calculator in your brain. It’s waking up in the morning and being too tired to get out of bed. It is not beautiful. Bulimia isn’t just eating … Continue reading Reality and Illusions
When you want to describe her, don’t talk about how long her hair is or the color of her eyes or what her bra size is. She isn’t defined by her physical appearance. She isn’t a weight. She isn’t a … Continue reading Who is she?
To my 10 year old self, You’re gonna wake up some days in the morning and your body is gonna feel like all the blood has turned to lead. Your mind is gonna be foggy and you won’t feel anything … Continue reading To my 10 year old self…
I write these posts at 3 a.m., when the silence is so overbearing that I hear the words in my head forge constellations and burst. When all I really want is a glass of vodka to help numb the throb of … Continue reading Why I can’t sleep at 3 a.m.