Women like me are rare to see We hide in the dark and create the art That sits within the crevice of your skin That pulls out the words that fly like birds Out to the world, I'm that girl Each year, each step another station Just trying to find the right foundations Searching for... Continue Reading →


I played it in my head, dead on the scene I told therapy I wouldn’t make it past 17 You can’t crack a soul that’s gone cold And a sick soul won’t grow old Meetings on that couch with the lights dim Forcing one to reminisce what’s meant to stay within My secrets on her... Continue Reading →

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