Tiny Tutors

A good student I hope to be, learning well my lessons whilst you are young enough to educate.

Choice?

I’m about to spit nails. People wield the language of CHOICE like a weapon. I’ll tell you who talks about CHOICE like that… People who damn well have it. That’s who.

The Lonely Room of Ruin

To be born, to be recklessly kept, and to be nobody’s – is the root of ruin. My ruin.

The Anatomical Study of Abuse

Now that I am studying the anatomy of abuse, I run my fingers under the skin of slaughtered souls who are still alive.

With Love… L.A.

To write around the things I cannot speak.
To frame the house of my humanity.
To put the roof back on my soul. 

Power

Be suspicious when someone of greater power assigns blame to someone of lesser power.

Dear Courageous Creatures…

I was nervous to meet you. Nervous not to be enough. I was afraid to be, to bring my body not just my soul to you. And there you were – althogther lovely and smashing.