I don’t know what happened. All I know is that I didn’t ask for this. I went through school as best as I could. I tried my best to make it work while having a job. Then my car, which I only had because my ex gave me the damn…

I always loved salty snacks, especially as a kid. Tostitos were the best for this; plain, without salsa, hating the squish of it with the frigid temperature compared to the chip. …

I’m a dullahan “this is not my head” I say to others My mother dug this up when I was found headless and screaming as a naked baby she buried her hair and her eyes and her freckles and moles her fat, the rolls, the bumps giving me a head that is not my own Uneven, unsymmetrical unusual and unsightly for a dullahan “i do not need this tainted skull” I say to others

Jamie was my doll when I was a child, replaced once when I was too young to remember, so technically, I am speaking of Jamie II. Jamie I was unfortunate to be dunked in a bathtub and her fabric body was destroyed as I tore her apart. Both dolls, thought…

My dad was a pothead. Well, he still is, and mostly always has been. He smoked since high school, back when he knew Smashing Pumpkins before they were Smashing Pumpkins and just some kids from Carol Stream. I didn’t know, had no idea, that my dad went anywhere near drugs…

She held her cigarette tight between two fingers as she shut the balcony door. Sounds of the busy street mixed with cicadas below washed over her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, in and out, nice and slow. When she opened her eyes, her vision darted to…

. Early birds sing 3 am calls The ceiling is getting closer Lie on your back Stare as the room shrinks The bed creaks under you Afraid . Twist your stomach Feel the way it sinks And churns Ignore the way your thighs Always stick together In this summer heat — — — …

To the unfortunate surprise of my parents, it was obvious to them that there was a handful of things “wrong” with me as a kid. I was a monster that quickly adapted and learned how to get through any child-proof lock, gate, or door that got in my way, and…

[[CW: Sexual assault, dubious consent, etc.]] Entering my third year of high school, I wanted nothing more than to be loved. Absolutely nothing was important to me; not grades, not friends, not my drawings. I feverishly read horrible romance novels and comics, wishing for that to be me. I was…