On Female Rage

And so, in the end it was love. The ceaseless rage, red and hot Curled in my chest. Leonene in its quiet, pouncing on A moment’s notice. And so hungry. So I rip him from limb to limb, Again and again. He understands nothing of rage nor womanhood. He is about to. Then in theContinue reading “On Female Rage”

On Outrunning Destiny

It appears that I am fated to become my father, to embody his bitter years of tragedy as my own. I remember the time before it, like a faded photograph that no longer reflects reality at present.  In the pursuit of rejecting the stories we are to become, we all think we are special becauseContinue reading “On Outrunning Destiny”