

The Body Keeps It All
I wrote this years ago, drained and lost in my own body, so tired of being who I am. Sometimes I wish I could live in someone else's body--one without networks of knots that I have to use all my energy to untie just to feel like getting out of bed, just to feel like I'm a human worthy of anything at all. One where I don't feel betrayed by my own existence. One that allows me to live free from the constraints of the trauma it has withstood. I often wish I was different; I wish
4 days ago


On Transformation
I wonder if in the days before it emerges, a butterfly is scared of what's to come, of who she will be, if she will have done enough to...
Oct 10
What's that saying,
"A daughter's first love is her father" or something ridiculous like that. Or they say "little girls will grow up and search for their...
Oct 8













