Remembering the Self

We simply seek to speak our truth before we get mangled by other people's bullshit ideas of us. Saira, We Are Lady Parts Finished another journal and I have done the usual, small ritual to stack it away with the others. I leafed through my own sometimes-hurried, sometimes-peaceful handwriting and found traces of the months... Continue Reading →

Like Milk

She was milk warming lovely and spent. She would endure your children, your share of mistakes, your passing phase, and forgive you your nine skills. Her womanhood extinguishes with peevish forever losing itself in the rancid, spoiled cream on top of the milk. Her stomach loose...like dead flesh. Belongs. Won't last.

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