I Don’t Bleed Like I Used To

I don’t bleed like I used to.

The words don’t come out in floods, making puddles on the floor, splashing red onto the walls of the dark room – the crime scene where I was both the criminal and victim. I’ve become the victim of my inaction, unable to open up those old wounds and bleed again. Continue reading I Don’t Bleed Like I Used To

The Universe in Me

I wish to be seen. My insides, the things I’ve deemed ugly and kept hidden from sight. If I could learn how, I’d let the thunder break out with every word that leaves my mouth.   I will not be quiet this time. I’ll shake the earth and bring the oceans to your feet. I’ll show you how I bleed. My truth onto the page and into the world. The universe in me finally set … Continue reading The Universe in Me