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She died in winter.Gray sky, bone-cold air,a corpse in a hospice bed that finally shut up. And I didn’t cry.Not a single tear, not a whimper,not the shaky breath of a daughterwho lost her mother—because I never had one. I had...
So, uh—Hi.I guess.Wait. No, I meant to say—Uh, actually, let me start over.Shit. Too late.I already fucked it up. And that’s the thing, right?Like, my mouth and my brain? They ain’t exactly best friends.They’re like two drunk dudes in a canoe,both...
The first time I saw you,you weren’t barking,weren’t howling, desperate, begging—you were waiting.Waiting like you already knew.Like you saw something in meno one else ever had. All the other dogs were chaos,but you—you stood on your hind legs,golden eyes burning bright,like...
I’ve pinched the skin I live in, like maybe it would let goif I hated it enough.Newsflash:It didn’t.It stayed.Stretched and soft, wide and wrong—or so they taught me to think.I learned shame like a language.Fluent. Native.Whispered apologies in the dressing room...
I left God on read.One last divine text:“u up?”No, I’m not. I’m tired.Tired of apologizing for the skin You painted me in,the bones You broke and blamed me for.Tired of kneeling with my face in the dirtwhile You sip wine from...
I’m mid-sentence in a story that takes time to tell. I’m still finding the words. The words that get stuck in my throat. The words that are clenched in my fists. I’m telling my story.Sometimes, syllable by syllable—finding strengthin every line....
They whisper against me,a ghost-touch, a hush in the dark,woven in secrets, spun in silence,sliding smooth over every sharp edge. They cinch tight, hold me together,keep the world from slipping throughthe cracks in my armor—a veil between the rough and the...
I came with the wrong instructions. Box said “boy,”But when I opened it up—Nothing fit right.Like a DIY nightmare from IKEA,Missing half the piecesAnd no Allen wrench in sight. So I built myself anyway.Some assembly required. Doctors called it a defect.Society called...
Oh, look at them— The ruling class in their bespoke suits,Lounging on thrones made of our unpaid overtime,Sipping champagne like it’s holy water,As if their greed is a sacrament.Blessed are the billionaires,For they shall inherit everything. But hey, we’ve got a...
I met you on the edge of five, Your mom said you were a scientist, An inventor, a mind alive. And she wasn’t lying. So I brought you a young scientist kit— Amazon Prime magic, But what I didn’t know yet...
I’m April- a storyteller, space-holder, and believer in second acts. I help people navigate identity, change, and the courage it takes to be seen.
