i am in pieces
a tornado, blown open, a belt wrapped like a noose, tight around old scars…
Dear Fourth Wave Feminists
A message to Fourth Wave Feminism:
This is how you are ruining my perception of men…
Dear Good Girl
You felt so unworthy of anything good that you took anything you could get and called it enough…
Echo
Whenever I move, there’s an echo. One version of me following another, until the sound of her is completely gone…
