Goodbye, Blue Monday. Hello, Indigo Tuesday. Positivity and connection through poetry and short stories. Learning to be human.
I curled my leaves and starved myself to the root to deny the pain of blooming, to pollute. and what I found was that the sun didn’t shine much light and the flowers didn’t look as bright and the earth didn’t taste just right and I learned that the sun needs me and the flowers […]
I called out of work sick again. Not sick really, but there are no words for feeling a danger signal where there is none. Dissatisfaction? Disquiet? An itchy paint plastered to my smile cracking in the corners like a sob. “What is it with you?” “It’s always something with you.” Poised on the threshold between coming and going inching toward the door inching toward the […]
but to pull myself together now would be to squeeze a palm of sand to stone without water, the healing crush of tears
Do not ask the sun who she shines for– though she illuminates the shadows of men her light is the product of a fire in her belly that cannot be extinguished or captured– she runs through fingers like gold.
This skin I’m in tastes of freedom I will not shrink for your desire
It’s ok to love the younger you who used words as a weapon to hurt people that matter– that you with the wrong clothes and uneven bangs who harbored anger in her heart– the one who’s spine curved like a question mark as she tried in vain to take up less space in those photographs […]
How can I be beautiful in the way fire is as it devours everything if I devour nothing? I am a whole woman built to consume built to expand built upon the backs and wombs of whole women who wrestle with invisible wounds and insecurities. I am the culmination of their fight for space and their bodies made from their bodies forged from stars so I devour.
You look like a bird with that down on your wings, pretty girl, but you’re too weak to fly, so what did you hollow out your bones for? Happy, pretty girls don’t burn holes in their sharp, happy, pretty hips to break free from the skin they’re in. Strong, happy girls don’t cry when they realize there are calories in toothpaste. […]
