Breaking Beautiful

Show me what it looks like, the beautiful part of the breaking. Describe it to me in a way that lets me feel it down deep where madness decays in my bones. I need to know there's beauty somewhere in all of these pieces so I can believe in something again and know this isn't … Continue reading Breaking Beautiful

Oblivion – Nicole on FC

Thank you to Feminine Collective for publishing Oblivion. It was written for a Creative Nonfiction challenge and it had to come in at under 1500 words, and it was by far one of my hardest writes to date, but I am extremely pleased with the end result. oblivion

Never Leave My Side – Abbie Zebrowski

  It’s a war that can’t be won only fought It’s a pain that burns fresh and it burns deep It’s a disease that hides behind pretty smiles and sparkling eyes It’s a silent scream with bloody talons tearing through the soft flesh of my still beating heart It lurks just beneath the surface of … Continue reading Never Leave My Side – Abbie Zebrowski

Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Clusters

It is as if some sort of cosmic energy is continually pulsing through my veins, cascading along, dancing with my white blood cells, finding a home in every organ of my body. I hold the universe inside of me and I delight in the idea of that for days on end, but when I hit … Continue reading Clusters

Anchored

Until you've tethered your madness to someone else's sanity in order to keep breathing, you don't know vulnerability.    

My Days Are Numbered

My moods have been predetermined and prescribed. Seven tiny compartments measure my days. Pink and orange match the sunrise and taste bitter with my coffee. I chase them with water so they mellow in my blood, as if water can render toxic harmless. Yellow sticks in my throat every morning, and steals my happiness before … Continue reading My Days Are Numbered