A poem about recovering from an eating disorder.
A three-part poem about sexual assault.
A poem about female power.
A prose piece about sex, manipulation and online dating.
I peer through the holes in the sheets, I poke my finger through, wiggle my thumb, wonder when we’ll all be done.
When I think of my life, it splits into two sections divided by a thick line, a line made up of the hands of men who turned my life and me inside out: the before and after I was sexually assaulted.
Forks scrape against plates and the word just hangs there Dripping.
The story of my breakup begins on the morning of my first 8am glass of wine.
Taking sibling abuse seriously