A/N: The following is from a TMI Project workshop at NYAPRS 2018 in NY. We were given three prompts...I chose "I Hate to Brag" "I Hate to Brag" I hate to brag but I'm really good at killing myself... I pop open my eyes in the morning and it's the first thing I do before … Continue reading I Hate to Brag
How dare you make me feel bad, for not loving myself. Yes, you, you in the mirror. You across the table. You, on my phone, telling me about your concern without... actually... asking... me what it is that I need. How dare all of you. I don't have to love me. I don't have to … Continue reading I Don’t Love Me, So What?
I’m not afraid of the dark. The dark was the place I learned myself. I bathed myself in it. In the place where the hot and the cold met. I understand it. I understand it’s dangers, it's enticements. I listened to poets and musicians go on about the romance, the cruelty, the beauty, the deepest … Continue reading Afraid of the Night
One It feels cold in your grip. Cold…and smooth. The same as it was yesterday. The same way it will be tomorrow. Always cold. Always smooth. Always cold. Click. Two The sound registers after the pain. You’d think it would be before. The sound of the bones in my hand creaking, and then the pop … Continue reading A Lesson in Letting Go