Poem: #metoo

The statuses keep popping up in blue confessing they were assaulted too. But I can't use my real name, they say. My name is also my family's. "So are you gonna pretend that nothing happened?" My conscience pricks with its thorny sound dagger. "Among all these wounded women, you once envied to be too lucky?" … Continue reading Poem: #metoo

Poem: The Muse

I turned to poetry to forget a voice I once thought soothing. I turned to imagery to forget a face I once thought loving. He told me I could trust him. He told me he loved me. He told me he would take care of me. He told me my secrets were safe with him. … Continue reading Poem: The Muse