Nothing Happened
You’re sitting on the bare floor. Your hands are clasped, shoved between your thighs. You close your eyes, breathe in and out. Your mind is blocking it out. All of it. You pull your hands out, stare at them. They’re...
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Addict
It’s happening. You're at the precipice. Stop or Play, it’s your choice. You're in control. You sigh. Control? There's no control. The tremor in your hand is proof of that.
How do you stop something that feels this good?
How is that even a choice you are expected to make?
Inside the woman
There is a little girl inside this woman beneath an impervious aura and sweet charm The girl who had no friends who was ridiculed because she played by the rules. The girl who tried so hard to fit in who...
The People vs. Nyamekyɛ
“Children are a gift from God … if the timing is right.” Missy Gold, my J.S.S teacher dropped this variation of the popular saying during an RME lesson in. At the time, it sounded disturbing. Children were a gift from...
Me Too
He had tried to get out of it. At six o’clock that morning when Nobert called, he had told him all his church clothes were dirty. He’d gone back to sleep, convinced the hound was off his back. There was...
Moving Train
I’m here, at the breaking point. Coming apart as if these pieces never held Why I wanted to be here, in this rusted, lifeless cabin, I can’t recall There is no memory of the purpose that set me on this...