Religion’s Womb
[Rough Draft] Religion’s Womb At nine o’clock at night, I sat up shaking. Tears chocked my airways, blurred my vision, made my hands look unreal. My mind sat back, separated as I watched myself clutch my chest, hoping to find a way to clear my lungs, to breathe again….
What It’s Like To Be A Daughter [snippet]
A small snippet of the piece I’m currently working on for my non-fiction class. Please be advised: this scene is sorta graphic. I used to read books about a young woman in the old pioneer days, who had her own ship and sailed around, discovering things and narrowly avoiding being…