Like so many others, I am no stranger to death, it is one of my very first memories… My Opa pale, still, and stuck in a stuffy suite… I remember being so upset he wouldn’t get up, I remember not understanding what was happening, why everyone was so sad… why Nan was so sad. There …
Author Archives: Kat
Let it go
Sometimes it’s like someone put you here to test me. To see if I’m really keeping my word and those hard lessons stuck… But I dream about your fingers sliding along my skin. And just the thought gives me chills. On one hand I wish these dreams would stop, because they bleed into my daylight. …
Just a little…
I have things that I desire, just a little… Just somewhere to call mine. Just some arms to make me feel safe. Just a hand that will lead me through, not glossed over. Just some ecstacy. Just a love that won’t brake me in the wrong ways. Just someone who doesn’t push to hard… or …
Slip and slide
I wish i could slide out of my skin. It’s the skin they came for, not me. Its the skin that they pawed at, that they would shove against walls and squeeze at it’s most sensitive spots. How dare my skin make them that way, how dare my skin tempt prowling fingers and gnawing teeth… …
Tattletale
If I told on you, would the world be more willing to forgive me for being this way? If I named every way you damaged me, would they see the sad girl begging for someone to just be kind? To love her? To keep her safe? If I wrote out every shame you forced in …
Why you should be here.
I mean, I can’t think of a reason why. I don’t have the most interesting story. Or life. I’m surely not the best writer Or the greatest philosopher. I’m not particularly good at anything I’m aware of… I’m a girl born in a midwestern town that grew up in a family that didnt know how …
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