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.
Forks scrape against plates and the word just hangs there Dripping.
A poem about sexual assault, by a former best friend.
A poem about the relationship between mental health problems and the self
Sarah is a vein, a dark thread in the meat they process for the chicken tenders.
Life existed outside of the bubble of rigid academia, and I hadn’t been able to see that until I left it