Flashbacks

After your inappropriate touch, the scars left on my body have tormented me for a lifetime. The thought of someone forcing themselves inside is earth-shattering in every form. You no longer have any power. You can be pushed down. Forced quiet. Beaten. Taken. What makes it even more unbearable is the memories of noises and

The purple dress

A purple dress she wore.  As a language of its own, it communicated happiness.  She had spoken through colors for years,  Only recently had she found her happy one.  They had seen her dreariness through her previous lack of color.  Therefore, when she wore purple Her joy became prominent.

By the water

She sat by the water,  Listening to the wind speak through the waves.  It’s soothing touch cooling down the grasp of the burning sun.  A tiny boat carries a family across the canal,  As the children wave to the strangers they pass.  She waves back,  Before laying down on her purple towel.  Finally, the weather Gods

Small bites

You won. Consumed me bit by bit. Oh, the pain of each bite you’d take. Your teeth sunk in me so deep, I feel the effect of them years later.

TWICE

Twice I thought I had lost it,So far gone the dreams I once held higher than life were unrecognizable to me.Isolation had become my home.Therefore, my choice to flee to it when things got difficult made sense.I became too comfortable in my own misery.It’s tortuous ways were more familiar than the kindness I was truly

Haunted house

I’ve been scared of haunted houses for as long as I can remember, but no house has ever haunted me as much as the one I grew up in. To the unknowing eye it seems like your regular two bedroom apartment. Living room, kitchen, bath, terrasse, everything you need to make a lovely home. Yet,

Brown skinned girl

Browned skinned girl,  Disguised with all the hatred of the world.  Butter pecan skin,  Indicating that there is hatred within.  A sunkissed glow,  That makes you think I deserve to burn down below.  A color that decides,  My personality and different sides.  Brown skinned girl. Who never gets to be a girl, Cause all you

Childhood fears

I reach out my hand for your weight to balance me,  It is quite a shock when that weight forces me down.  I tiptoe so lightly around our wooden floors, I am frightened when I hear you tramp on them.  I am hearing a story of a kid at school that badly burnt their hand,