The Original One wavers, lazily sleeping, snacking and avoiding. Might I silence the fire, burning and buzzing in the spine? We run into the trails, avoiding the undergrowth of tree roots pushing their way through the ground. We grab at leafy branches. She’s an avalanche avoiding her own rubble. Sideways in the gradients lingering around … Continue reading Abstract Aberration
There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...
"Told in a restrained but highly effective style, reminiscent of Kazuo Ishiguro’s brilliantly understated bestseller "Never Let Me Go", "Cult Child" provides frightening insights into the methods and after-effects of religious coercion. Her fortress is no bigger than the space between her ears; but through quiet internal resistance, Sila halts her opponents and outlasts their … Continue reading “Victim Speaks Out, While Cult Leader Awaits Trial”
Testimony by Vennie Kocsis My abuse story is not “typical”, although who is to say that any abuse is typical. My story is a bit different because I am a survivor of ritualistic cult abuse. I share my experiences openly with the intent of connecting with others who have been abused. It’s important to me that … Continue reading Patriarchy Survivor: Survival After the Suffering
Click Here To Listen To Disregard On SoundcloudI know there's timeswhen i feel afraid andnothin' you say canmake the fear go awayI'm just a girl whotries to live this lifethe best way I know how butyou don't understand the timesI feel so alone I couldI couldI couldI could die.I kept my head up highwhen I … Continue reading Disregard
What is this space, This place, This girl I see Looking back at me Buried in the aftermath A hovel of human rubble?
Mama leaves very early one morning to go to town. She lectures me the night before she leaves that I have to listen to Leis until she comes back. Mama says Leis is old enough to watch me, and that I am old enough to know how to act right. Mama tells Leis … Continue reading ***Trigger Warning*** “The Maria Beating” Cult Child excerpt
I crash like waves standing here silent on the edge of a sea of soulless eyes. I dive down into the depths of their truth, the lies their lives so adamantly display, as if adoration brings validation, as if admiration is acceptance. I dangle my legs on cliffs drifting into the apathy running rampant a … Continue reading At Home
I may be four, five or six. There is a hood over my face. It feels burlap. It is either a burlap bag or a hood made out of burlap. It scratches my cheeks and nose. It is hot. There is no air flow because it is tied around my neck. It smells of dirt … Continue reading The Hood
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