It’s my nineteenth birthday and I’m thinking about how I’ve never kissed a boy, or gotten drunk, or high—which is something that is normalized, but something I have no interest in. My sister says I need to “live a little more” but I wonder why we define living by the breadth of our experiences, insteadContinue reading “It’s my 19th birthday…”
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before i could remember
part 1 ~nothing~ Something even the Greeks couldn’t understand. The pulsing of my mother’s womb—turbid and hollow; slick like the sound of a pallet struck against a gong. Empty. Pristine. It was like coming out of a vacuum where the white silence that cloaked you in the womb was drowned out by the obtrusive somethingness,Continue reading “before i could remember”
Spilled Ink 