The Insides of My Mouth

i nurse fear at the back of my throat. it hums softly sometimes, almost as if to tease me. to remind me of its existence, to remind me why it’s there and who put it there. i want to break the fast of silence that has been holding onto my tongue. i want to run…

Brownie Points

It is the morning after,  You half naked and full of eyes, Look at me. Stare at me, And I avoid. My eyes  Purposely miss yours, As if we hadn’t spent the night Before looking into each other, Searching for each other. I think I saw too much  Of myself in you. Our hands became…

The Love I Thought I Deserved

Over six years ago, in the middle of my first year in university and after my first silent protest, I got up the courage to tell my mother of the sexual violence that happened to me as a child. Her reaction was silence. Followed by demands to know who hurt me. I refused to tell…