When I tell you scars are beautiful, I mean you, the way you are now. I don’t ask you to dip yourself in torment, tattoo yourself with… Read more “Self Love”
Paper Skies
I can’t pin point the exact moment when I’d realized I had shut myself off from the world. Sure, I wasn’t the most radiant kid in school… Read more “Paper Skies”
Collarbones
Goosebumps crawled on the surface of her skin as she lightly traced her arm with her now nimble fingers. They traveled downwards to the wine glass in… Read more “Collarbones”
cry
there were scars she hid on her body drawing anxiety that licked her collarbones, gripping her neck, a finger at a time; all of which boiled down… Read more “cry”
about today
like vines they crept, clinging to me like unsaid metaphors and late night conversations, and finally I was blissful at worst, yet restless at best
iii
I tried my best to satisfy his whims, to keep up with his ruthlessness, to motivate naked ambition; greed. But all I got was a skin black… Read more “iii”
ii
She shielded her daughter, from the father who couldn’t be. She shielded her daughter from the woman she couldn’t be.
i
Scars are physical. She couldn’t hurt him if she tried.
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The overcoat shaped her dainty frame and any stray tendrils of golden blonde hair were safely tucked into a drab black hat that effortlessly accented her disguise.… Read more “–”
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