Category: Prose
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Thoughts on the Vigil for Ruth Bader Ginsburg
I had picked up on an illusion at some point in my life, that people in a time of grief became one. Huddling for warmth and connection under a blanket of silence and humility. That in the face of death, we might stand together. Be afraid together. I had thought of candle light vigils to…
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Changing Colors
Change cuts into my flesh because I push against it. I push so hard that what could have been soft and gentle in another lifetime enters my reality like bits of the road hitting a car windshield on the freeway. Change chips away at me like this, because I let it. My body feels like…
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where are my things?
Note: this post contains experiences of sexual assault and violation. I remember a room. I saw that room many times from the age of 3 to 5. It was always dark, the door was always locked, and there was always chatter surrounding it. There was the chatter of the guest downstairs, where I would occasionally…
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Tangerine
I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. But I guess it’s hard to feel like yourself when you don’t even know who you are anymore. After years of working towards self stability, writing and reflecting, letting people in, and living by my own rules and motivations; I found a home in my mind. Given time,…
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wrinkly old peaches
I looked into the mirror today and realized that I no longer hate my nose. It has not changed in shape or size. It still has the little bump on it’s bridge that started forming after I got fatally nailed with a football at age 7. It still hooks at the end a little bit…
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leather & peppermint tea
We sat in the office that smelled of leather and peppermint tea. Me across from him and the loose leaf notebook. Me eyes drifted to the intricate yet simple waterfall painting I had seen time and time again against the carrot colored walls as I waited for him to finish scribbling down notes from the…
fine heart thief 