What am I supposed to teach a child about love
when I cannot tell it apart from a forest fire?
When someone can let themselves into the body that is your home,
and still burn it to the ground? …
Mind Games
All she wanted was to be pretty. Her body had other plans.
You haven’t had hives in a decade. Barely even remember what it was like to live with a body fighting against you, every inch raised in rebellion.
One night you go to sleep smooth, exfoliated and more exhausted than you realized was possible, and the next morning wake with your…
You saw something in me that I thought I’d lost.
It was there, faint and fading,
swallowed down until I had become a white washed room instead of a dying star.
When I look at you I can feel love trying to escape me like a thing alive.
It scares me…
You don’t realise it’s an issue until you’re drunk at Lauren’s house party, wine in hand and friends in tow, Heidi approaching to exclaim.
“Ella! It’s so good to see you! I don’t care what everyone else says about you, it’s clear they’re just jealous!”
She tips half a plastic…
Just because you’ve left doesn’t mean you’re better.
I know you grew up hazy and sleep soft, a girl who could get lost on the breeze. Saw faeries in forests, friends in place of monsters beneath your bed. I can easily picture you speaking to them, whispering your favourite memories…
Yes, there is a right way to go about it.
(*And yes, this article is aimed at straight nerdy men trying to date nerdy women.)
To some, we are a thing of legend, to others, vile thots whose only goal is to capture the hearts of men and make a…
“I don’t think you’ll like each other,” he starts. “In fact, I’m sure you won’t.”
You’re both naked in bed, bodies cooling, when you reply, “You can’t know that.”
He laughs like he has all the answers, and you believe that maybe he does. …
They won’t look the way you thought they would look, or talk the way you thought they would talk. They won’t stroll out of your fantasy, edges sanded and knuckles smoothed, only born the moment you meet.
She cares too much for her tomato plants, insists on naming each and…
I want fairy tales where princesses become their own dragons.
Where scales hide, slick and iridescent under parchment thin skin,
monsters in plain sight.
I want an Alice so high she sees her blood as poetry.
Lovely and thick and able to fill the bath tub four times before she…
