~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ Even when we have Phys Ed outside, and it is...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ I am sitting in ninth grade English class (or...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ In the beginning, I used Bic pen caps safety...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ My body /splits/ the water the way my skin...

volume ii. putting on my face ~ ~ Step 1: Floss Cover Girls don't wear breakfast between their molars. Step 2: Brush Teeth Until the...

volume i. a portrait of my sixth-grade self ~ ~ Eleven-year-old fingers swollen with baby fat dig into the gaudy sheen of turquoise...

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm, suicide, and involuntary psychiatric...

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~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm, suicide, and involuntary psychiatric...

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm, suicide, and involuntary psychiatric...

~ You say the rain is beautiful, yet you judge me for crying. ~ If I went to school with you, chances are you've probably seen me cry...

~ The first-- and only-- man I ever spread my legs for is my prehistoric-old urologist. Before he takes his leave, he instructs me to...

~ Ghost Writer cries. But you can't hear her. Sometimes, she can't even hear herself. Or, at least, she chooses not to; she chooses to...

~ On the mornings I woke up angry, I would put on a thick layer of eyeliner before I left for school, eyelids streaked purple, a violent...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm⚠ ~ Over the years, I have cultivated many an...

~ Every step I take is catatonic, an acute contrast to the way my thoughts bolt about the convoluted labyrinth of my psyche. I couldn't...

~ For the longest time, I would wonder why, on the mere cusp of 17, I began to drink. I'd always assumed it was because I was so sad. But...

~ Come tomorrow morning, the spring snow will have melted, but frigid I shall remain. Storm-wrenched I shall remain. All the world...

~ Dear Reader, I give you permission. I give you permission to scar the spine of this book from the countless times you will crack it...

~ Today, I shared a post on Facebook. It explained that manipulating someone into having sex with you is a form of rape. To the...