It hurts. It hurts to type, to move, to sit still. It hurts to talk, to be silent; it hurts to look in the mirror and see me. A year, and I don't recognize the blue grey eyes in the physically disjointed reflection. She never existed before. He never existed before. We always existed. To … Continue reading Rising Sun
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Awake at 4am
The nightmares don't go away. They settle into the night alongside the sounds of gentle snoring and the shifting water off the darkened fishtank. Nighttime is loud, and ominous; not for the darkness, but for the stillness. The time that stretches between midnight and daybreak is infinite, unwavering, unchanging. I sit in it, sometimes trying … Continue reading Awake at 4am
Living Truth
When I was in college I regularly attended counseling sessions at the (be shocked) the counseling center. Every time I went I had to fill out a form identifying who I was, how I was feeling etc etc. The form asked me to identify my gender. Each time I would cross out gender, write sex, … Continue reading Living Truth
Please Stop You’re Scaring Me
The song spills into my ears as fingers fly faster over keys straining under the constant tempo it hasn't seen in years. Beg me, beg me, the words are spilling and we are here. The villains in my head are begging for a hero and we are finally here, watching as the wall tumbles the … Continue reading Please Stop You’re Scaring Me
Faith Taryn Davies 