“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!”
Cassandra slammed into the small magic shop in her usual whirlwind of black tulle, her impressively tall heels clacking loudly against the stone floors.
“Hey, Ro did you hear me? Rowena? Where are you anyway?” Cassandra called, narrowly avoiding a row of crystal balls with her massive skirts.
Right on cue, a head of fiery red curls popped up f...
fingers tap restlessly,
nail beds bitten to the quick.
my heart pounds like a drum against my ribs,
too-hard, too-fast, too-afraid
of the worries threatening to pull me under.
i could drown in this fear,
this unspeakable irrationality.
conversations i’ve never had, scenarios i’ve only imagined,
overwhelm my sense of sanity,
overwhelm my sense of safety.
i crave only a moment
a single moment
of p...
Where there used to be Color, there is nothing but black and white.
On a good day it is:
The black of her hair, the black of her coffee, the black of her words on a page.
The white of her smile, the white of her sheets, the white of her fingers in mine.
On a not so good day there is only:
The black of her veins, the black of her eyes, the black of her cutting words.
The white of her pills, the whi...
Dear Diary,
I think someone is following me. I keep feeling like somebody’s watching me, and I’m pretty sure someone followed me home today. Should I tell someone or is it all in my head?
Dear Diary,
It happened again and I’m pretty sure I have to tell someone. That’s what people do in these kinds of situations, at least I think.
Dear Diary,
My mom thinks I’m lying, telling me I’m delusional ...
When the girl looked in the mirror she always wanted to cry.
Her hair was too short, her jaw too square, her chin bristled and rough. Her body was flat and angular and the weight between her legs made her want to scramble out of her skin.
This was not her body, not who she was meant to be. This was a mistake; she was a mistake. God, she was going to throw up.
She just wished someone would listen ...
When I think of bravery I think of knights, fighting dragons and saving princesses.
[i see a girl shove away her boyfriend with tears in her eyes and bruises on her wrists]
When I think of bravery I think of kings, conquering lands and ruling countries.
[i see a woman at the hospital with a pregnant belly and no one to hold her hand]
When I think of bravery I think of wizards, casting spells a...
The startling cry fills the too full room, already brimming with heaving breaths and panting screams and a mother’s smile.
The baby, a girl, a 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, screams her newborn life for the world to hear, echoing in the room, in her heart.
She’s small and squealing and perfect, eyes already scrunched closed with the exhaustion of surviving.
It’s 8:52 A.M. and the young mother knew her life had change...
