Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.
Tag: child abuse
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.












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