How to Kill a Man

You’re a damaged soul. A shoe that’s walked a thousand continents with the heart beat of a dying man. I had never seen a man die before, never seen a man disintegrate so beautifully into fairy dust and gun powder. Exploding. Leaving huge craters in every home you went. Your wars were fought with tongues…

Things I want to say to men

Things I want to say to the men that made paper dolls out of me only to set them on fire: 1. When you mix one part sacrifice, three parts anger and two-thirds of gods whose names are too dirty, too non-sacrificial to be mentioned. You get the makings of a war too vile to…

The thing about being me

The thing about being me is that society has made it such that I cannot be complete unless I have someone loving me and reminding me that I am beautiful, that I am loved, that my existence matters. The men that I want are either with someone else, too far away or just emotionally unavailable…

Night lights.

I love night lights. I love looking into illuminated shop windows long past closing time. I love the comforting feeling that comes with knowing that I’m alone in a place full of people and I’m not lonely. I love the night life. When the street laughter flicker on and off as if to erase the…