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The Devil Wear Prada, and Drinks Vodkas on Ice.

I listened to the way she lost herself in the words she wrote and I couldn’t help but wish that she would think of me like that. she is a...

I Want to Make you Bleed (Just as I have bled)

Perhaps the hardest, and sometimes worse, thing to realize is that it didn’t mean as much to me as you thought. How painful it is, to let...

Hidden Images

The weight of their burnt ashes from once hidden camps, Latched to the smoldering fire as their souls wither away. Shrinking images...

Don't be Afraid

Some people are afraid of the dark. But is it the dark, foggy mist that frightens them, Or is it the creatures lurking the shadows that...

The Lies My Body Tells Me.

It Rained Last Night. My body shaking and rattling from the inside. Tests after test after test. My heart pumping heavy in mistakes. As I...

Secrets from My Mother

I know something my mother does not. I know she feels me growing inside, gnawing at the chance for fresh air. the waves of emotions that...

The Heritage I Dreamt

One of my parents was a flame, the other a rope. one was a blanket, the other a dial tone. In the night I would wrap myself in the...

The Story of My People

your land’s omnipotent defiler told you your languages sounded dirty on their tongues; that your women (the women that fed you with...

The Five Things that Happen After a Mass Shooting

1. Your home is no longer your home; it is the media’s. There’s eyes, cameras, and field reporters lurking through your cities seeking...

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