To My Best Friend, On The Day of Her Death

I wore daggers on my knuckles and hate in my hair, and my heart was dark and full of venom and teeth that gnashed on rage. But you, the walker in my dreams the burning bush in my heart, you told me once that my heart was golden and my soul could shine brighter than … Continue reading To My Best Friend, On The Day of Her Death

The Colour of Us

  Thank you to Feminine Collective for publishing this piece.

Roofie Rooshy Makes Bank: Update

You'll have to excuse me for joining the party late, all of the big words and testosterone coming down that Internet thingy had me a little bit confused and frightened. I felt anxious and overly emotional, almost the exact same way I feel right before I'm about to start my period. So I took a … Continue reading Roofie Rooshy Makes Bank: Update