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My favorite dessert is a cannoli. The hard shell and a rich filling. The kind that leaves you full after one bite yet begging for a second. I’ve heard someone describe me like that. Blackberries are my favorite fruit. Bitter at first, then sweet. The kind of sweet that envelopes you and makes...

I sit alone on my barren back porch The only decorations are two white chairs. The chair next to me is empty I look up at the stars and can’t seem to find any. A black hole of nothing envelopes me and the empty chair. Empty Such a hollow word Empty It feels familiar Empty. A word that tastes li...

Hi I wanted to include my journal entry for today because it’s very raw and in a negative situation positivity and a woman’s instincts prevailed. A happier end than most get and I’m thankful for it. Trigger Warning: discussion of vomiting, eating disorders, alcohol, potential rape and drugged drink...

I hate the summertime. Bathing suits force me to look at my body. Force others to look. Hoping they don’t linger too long on my stomach, my thighs, my arms. Shame bubbles in my stomach. Like a pot that bubbles over. Spilling my shame into the poolside. Hiding in the water. Hoping people think my sh...

The snake has slithered back into my rehabilitated Eden. A paradise rebuilt after total destruction. I tended to my garden, my paradise, my heaven, Until there was no more heartache, no more longing, No more loneliness. A place for me and me alone. To love myself and my solitude. But the snake ha...

The golden boy sits upon his throne, A heavenly glow envelopes him, Creating a halo. Before his fall, I imagine him as gentle and kind. Full of love, Full of light. But God cast him from heaven And his punishment is self inflicted. He felt he deserved to fall And he ensured he would fall forever T...

Authors note: I’ve been writing mostly sad things lately and I want to remind myself of how I felt in those early days and that I can find that again. Here is a short essay I wrote in the first few months where there was just love. Solitary. That is how I would describe myself. Solitary, ...

I don’t think I’ll ever love again. I don’t think I want to. Can I love again? Will I ever feel that spark return, When the embers that burn within me dwindle and crack? Cracking as if to scream, begging for them to stay lit. Begging for me to feel, to care, to love. I tune them out. Silly littl...

The water is warm. Like the hug I was never given. Holding me close. Wrapping my body in it. Washing away the day, the night, and the in between Soaking to forget. Soaking to . Soaking until my fingers and toes are wrinkly. Stewing in my thoughts. Brewing in the bath. When the water turns...

Unrequited first love. That is a 3 word sentence no one recovers from. To discover love with someone who would only notice your absence when it was final. His hands wondered even when his bed was warm, His eyes unfaithful even when I was by his side, His lips worshipped even when they were still...

For WV I think about our first kiss a lot. How nervous we were. How gentle you were. How in love I was. I think about our first kiss a lot. How we’d end up. How you were lying. How I was stupid for believing you. I think about our first kiss a lot. I feel sick. Stop thinking. I feel sick. ...

Progress is like a house of cards. Building things up takes patience and work and focus and just like that you breath to hard and it’s in shambles. I’ve had too many people blow my house of cards down. How can I continue to pick up the pieces knowing that everyone wants to see it fall?