FOR THE COURAGEOUS…I’M A COWARD.

Today I met a girl who said she had been sexually violated from the age of 8 until she was 17. when she was in grade ten she overdosed on her anti-depressants. She says she woke up in ICU at 4am all alone in the dark. She thought that’s what being dead was. Darkness. Maybe…

DAY 30: YOUR REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR

If you grow up the type of woman that will be an architect, I hope you learn never to build cities in bodies that have long been abandoned, You will be alone there. Don’t tarry too long in between worlds, For you will lose yourself there, The people will no longer make sense, They will…

DAY 6: LETTER TO A STRANGER

To the two boys who mugged me this past weekend.   Were you searching for your father in my eyes? Did the look of fear on my face mirror everything you wanted him to look like when you finally stood up to him? Did the plea for my life in exchange for everything I had…