Butterfingers are Revolutionary
Over the years I chastised myself for being naïve, for inviting him to stay the weekend. That second guessing is what stopped me from telling anyone and stopped me from reporting it to the campus police.
no one special
Let’s face it; the more someone tells us we’re special, especially if we haven’t heard that message consistently, the more likely we are to believe it. I did.
When Life Widens Wider
In I suppose a pinprick of hope, I look out his windshield
wanting it to be true: northern lights or meteor showers
an open letter read aloud to my sexually-assaulted self while I stare at the floor and shuffle my feet
Hey. I know we haven’t talked in a long time and I’ve ignored you off and on since age 7, but I’ve been hearing a lot about your friends in the news