*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, griefSuicide, Mental illness, violent contentReader discretion is advised***              Days in the hospital’s intensive care unit felt like a lifetime for Micki. She stopped counting the days after a week, maybe two, of her being here. Why would she want to anyways? Nothing mattered to her anymore. Nothing to care ...

Why am I the unbeliever?Because I never trusted you?Cruel and deceitful Always expecting meTo be perfect and holyLike you, oh pious man You told me I was meantFor something more thanWhat was given to me.On God’s green earthThat it’s my destinyMy sole purpose The days grew into weeksWeeks grew into monthsMonths passed into yearsNo prayers answered ...

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, grief Suicide, Mental illness, violent content Reader discretion is advised *** The rest of the trip to the hospital was a complete blur to Micki. The stay in the intensive care unit, however, may as well have been a mere intense dream that Micki wished she would just wake up ...

Introduction:A special thank you to Ingrid of Experiments in Fiction, for recommending I watch the movie, “The Diving Bell And The Butterfly”. The Tanka below is a brief summary of my thoughts about the movie. In The Blink Of An Eye (a Tanka) Tears on my pillowButterflies on the ceilingI see silent bellsWhere memories never ...

Through Connection, Creativity, and Control  The Silent Observer I remember being curled up in the darkest corner of the dining room. Knees pressed as tightly to my eyes as possible to prevent the tears from spilling out. Fear rising from my belly and flushing my cheeks. I pushed it back down, as far down as ...

Rose and Eve are small. Head to toe; they grow lopsided. They grow from two eggs, fertilised by separate sperm.  Rose and Eve are dizygotic twins. Tiny legs Tiny arms Tiny spines. They are nearly born on the mountain, Rose and Eve. Nine weeks too early—a spontaneous birth. They are small enough to fit into ...

Long ago, I lay bruised on a pebble beach The jagged rocks had cut me deep I remained bleeding and afraid Beached, my heart remained in pieces The old shards are now blunt Crusty edges softened by time And light ascends from their sandy chasms As a shining, sifting through scarred fears I now see ...

Trigger Warning;  The Following poem deals with trauma due to assault.   Noises are all around me I can’t speak. I try to scream but I can’t. I wish I could turn the time back. But the Clock is turning. The clock is moving It is working, I wish I could turn the time back. ...

Content Warning: contains references to assault, drug use, death of a parent, and child abuse. When we spotted her, she sat in the corner. A tiny child holding a doll, she picked its poofed hair with the ferocity of potential future trichotillomania. Her skin’s patches of white and darker tan contrasted with the doll’s color ...

**Trigger Warning: This article contains graphic discussions of rape and abuse of a sexual nature from survivors. It may be painful for some to read.** “I’m proud of you.” Those were the words my therapist said to me as I sat in her office. I was broken, shattered, not even human in my eyes. I ...