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...
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.
