On September 7th, under the blood moon, I marked two years since I packed my car with what I could and left Texas behind for Washington. Today, September 9th, is my second year living here. It feels longer — maybe because so much has shifted under me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought … Continue reading Floating Head
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My Father Gets Married Today
He's getting married while I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving every age between six and thirty. He's getting married while I'm over here drinking a warm, bitter cup of resentment - spiced with cinnamon- poison sugar and topped with traumatized whipped cream. Because at the end of the day, he did what he could, … Continue reading My Father Gets Married Today
Welp, here we are.
I’ve typed and erased so many sentences.I’ve typed. I’ve erased.There were even two full paragraphs — gone. What I have to say doesn’t feel like it means anything. Maybe that’s why I keep deleting it. But isn’t that what writing is sometimes? A conversation between the parts of myself that want to be seen and … Continue reading Welp, here we are.
The Release Of Freedom
I feel the first crick of the crack in my foundation.My instability and insecurity shift underneath me, and the ground that connects me to the physical world grinds—revealing a fracture as thin as a hairline.The tiny fracture wisps its way up my spine. A faint, scattered red glow seeps from the base.It tugs gently at … Continue reading The Release Of Freedom
I dreamed a dream that I can’t remember (part 1)
I woke up in a panic. It's 8 in the morning, and the shirt I slept in is sticking to my neck. I woke up in a panic, but I'm not panicking. I'm relieved. Not panicking. Not scared. Am I okay? I take a few deep breaths in through my nose and slowly let my … Continue reading I dreamed a dream that I can’t remember (part 1)
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 