Til There Was Quiet

Fleeing, hiding, escaping, self-harm. Kneeling, reeling, holding herself, overcome. Misery, apathy, nothingness, alone. Clear tears, red tears, side by side as one. Crying, dying, she exhaled and was gone. ©May Continue Reading →

Sometimes She Died

Sometimes she needed to escape the lies. Sometimes she held herself and cried. Sometimes she died. Sometimes her hope frayed against the “why’s.” Sometimes her visions of diversity whispered goodbye. Continue Reading →