I know you're having trouble breathing right now, with the weight of the world and all the things you think you need to be, wrestling on top of your chest. It can all feel so unbelievably crushing sometimes, but sad days are good days too. Lovely girl, we all have sad days, welcome yours as … Continue reading Sad Days Are Good Days Too
A Must Read from Our Lady of Lust and Grace Source: Wildling Child
It's suicide prevention month, and as most of you know, suicide is the second leading cause of death in children and teens, second to motor vehicle accidents. Imagine my surprise when I woke up at 3am (I rarely sleep when I am beginning to swing) and went to twitter and saw the following from this … Continue reading Depression is Real and So is Ignorance
I am tired and I just want something pure, something beautiful to burst from the filth of this sickness, this tragedy that is devouring my mind again. And all at once I feel nothing but the shriek of my soul being ripped from its bones. © Nicole Lyons 2017
The shadows are making their way to my door again, and my stoop has been painted in grey, but I know that soon the grey will give way to the blackness and I will spend another season crushing bricks and sprinkling salt in every corner of my fragile mind. © Nicole Lyons 2017
I have broken my own bones, splintered them and placed them into bags, dozens of bags of me, and I have thrown them from the windows of speeding cars in hope that you will find me after the crash, somewhere where the good girls would never go, littered between back alleys in the dark parts, … Continue reading The Good Girls Are Always Found
I am heavy with the weight of the world, a ghost of the girl I used to be. Where is she? The one with the feet that skimmed the ground. I can hear her still, deep within the walls of my mind, drumming her knuckles to the beat of dying dopamine. Oh how it wails … Continue reading The earworms in a Ghost
Rhymes and Reasons
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
