Nightmare
I was shot last night. Through the arm, in the chest, by an intruder I didn’t know. I screamed, my voice raw and terrified, trying to wake someone, anyone. My father, asleep a moment ago on the couch beside me, was gone. Perhaps if I scream louder he’ll hear me….
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…
Breathe and Breathe and Breathe
4/4/19 I realized I was stressed today. I come to these moments of stress a lot, these moments of finding out a fear and anxiety that I have been holding onto for a long while but having no name for. During college, I frequently felt sick and stressed. A…
The Movies
When I was in seventh grade, a boy from the eighth grade table turned, tapped me on the shoulder, and grinned. With a mouthful of food, he pressed his hands to his chest and sneered. “Do you think you would want to go out with me?” he asked, barely able…