Smile, Beautiful
In the morning i put on my war paint. I draw lines beneath my eyes with charcoal, Made of broken bones, cooked above a fire. Infused with the screams of the dead, The screams of my mother as she said no, The screams of my sisters as they fled. I…
Childhood Friends
TW: sexual harassment, graphic harassment, disturbing imagery, mentions of rape Childhood Friends Yesterday I remembered my sexual harassment. I stood on the cold floor of my work’s new building, cushioned pads beneath my feet, placed there in hopes my bad ankles did not give way during business hours. My…
Don’t Believe Women
I’ve never been sexually harassed. Perhaps there was a time when I was walking down the street from the library, and a car full of men whistled and hollered at me. Perhaps there was a time when a male friend messaged me. He told me in vivid detail how he’d…