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June 24, 2017

 Photo: Ebsqart

There are starving kids in Africa and my friend tells me of her rape on Christmas Eve back when she still believed in Santa and how she waited for him to come down the chimney and save her. He didn’t. 

There are starving kids in Africa and my roommate ask...

June 11, 2017

If we were to rewind the clock back to 2006 and focus our sights to a small house on Long Island, we’d see a little girl sitting on her bed. She’s wearing her soccer uniform, complete with pungent shin-guards and cleats caked in dirt. In fact, the girl herself is caked...

June 6, 2017

1 in 5

Yet by the time we're eighteen

Four of my friends have bright red Xs

Between their thighs

I was almost number five

Five

the same amount

Of drinks I had that night

When he tried to bring me into the bathroom

And I couldn't find the words

Because the alcohol flowed easier t...

June 2, 2017

Instead the year begins

on my knees again.

Breaking the oath

I made to never pray

again

The pleas slipped

out of my chapped

lips begging God

or Jesus or Mary

for an end

I wrapped my rosaries

around my lighter to

see the contradiction

My bible lays in

a trash pile

a modern crucifixion

...

May 27, 2017

I'm not scared

Of dying

Even tried it

Once or twice

I'm not bothered

by snakes

I like the way

They wrap like

Living nooses

Sometimes I

Like the dark

More than the

Light

When you can't see

It's brimming with

Possibilities

I love heights

And standing on

Tiny edges

Inches from falling

Closed...

May 20, 2017

I’m made of bones that are green and rotting.

I can hear them creek under the pressure of holding up all the guilt at being so sad.

When I was a kid I’d spend hours playing pretend. One minute I’d be a pirate battling the Moby Dick that was my washing machine. Another mi...

May 18, 2017

I’m not dancing but

pulsing along with the

other hundreds of bodies

moving just as one, breathing

and stretching trying to get

as close to the stage as possible

each person reaching like

a giant’s single arm grasping

at the air trying desperately

to touch the music that

lingers...

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