“It wasn’t that bad.” I tell myself, looking at the girl who ended her life when I didn’t. “He never hit me.” I tell myself, watching the woman talk about how she feared for her life when he raised his fist. “Sometimes he was good to me.” I remember as I justify the times that … More Comparable
Every day I kill you. When I wake up alone in my own bed, I kill your clutching arms When I get dressed and leave my home, I kill the voice that kept me indoors When I see my friends, on my own, I kill your cancelled plans When I buy new clothes, ones I … More Self-Defence Plea
When I cannot sleep, When my thoughts predict and project, and terror of the next day takes ahold I will remember a shared bed, No space Your breath on my skin hemmed in And I will spread my limbs wide and watch as the sun rises
How I Disappear It starts with, “please don’t fight. I hate it when we fight.” Fighting is so integral that without it you are nothing like me. But you comply because he says, “couples shouldn’t fight like this”, all accusation, no room for negotiation. You learn that fighting is never reasonable, no matter what you’re … More How I Disappear
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