Purpose in Purses

2.26.2019. hoarding all of my assumed necessities in a pink Coach bag. where’s my vape? she asked. leaning against a table as two heavy Kate Spades smack me, their blonde owners rush towards smiling faces. i slip away from the table, and return to another hit by another Kate whose owner is a tall, hostileContinue reading “Purpose in Purses”

grateful

6.25.2019. i used to tell myself i had big eyes to See what others cannot. a tiny mouth to whisper secrets or say it all in one breath. talk fast. the thoughts that plagued me stared at my profile. they wonder when i’ll fall again, claiming to feel my low vibration, tempting me into anotherContinue reading “grateful”

M.A. (A Stray)

My anxiety softly touches my hair in an attempt to soothe my worries. My anxiety says dark things, half-seriously, in an attempt to make things light. I see a stray, Daisy, and she yells upon sight. She comes close, and sees I am a flower, too. We walk on, led by the sunlight. My anxietyContinue reading “M.A. (A Stray)”