Soul Genocide

Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.

Survivor Voices: Lusciana Philomena

This piece is a contribution from an abuse survivor.  It details extreme abuse and could be triggering to readers.  Please consider caution if you are a trauma survivor.  

The Current Tide

Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on

Un-Acknowledged

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

Falling Silent

You are constantly encountering moments being sunk into an abyss of dark absence.

She Cannot Watch

She cannot watch this world with its lack of concern.

For the Motherless Child

But who celebrates the Motherless child?

Hourglass

There's a faded line etween reality band time.

The Death of Ms. Hagley

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.

Blood Shame

What does my face look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen blood red eyes.

Anesthetize

I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.