Whenever I think I’ve moved on, I realize that I am the ghost haunting my own body. I keep finding his name inked, hidden in …
Girls Love Mail
In a general sense, everyone loves mail, don’t they? Maybe we don’t care for the sight of student loan due dates piling up on our …
Phoenix by Sade Andria Zabala
Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else. Start with the hands. The feeble way they shake holding your morning …
I Stopped Wishing I Was Dead by Keren Chelsea
november has gone: thirty days passed by and i’m still striving. my hands no longer shake from the tragedy inside my lungs but it is …
Dear Self: You’re Worth It
Dear Self, I haven’t been writing for myself–excuse me, for you–ever since I met the people around my life: family, friends, loved ones, and that …