of a mad girl's love song
Nine hundred thousand people are reported missing and never found. My sister was nine hundred thousand and one. I remember searching all night – our father’s flashlight slicing through the trees, our mother’s cries engraved in my soul – never wanting to be heard again, yet every night muffled by her goose-down pillow. My sister…
To My Dead Lover, I’m not even sure if I should be writing this, we never did get a chance to truly love each other. But surely I get to love you, pieces of you, more and more through the stories Eleanor and Alicia tell, and even then, I feel farther away from you than…
“Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow.” ~ Elie Wiesel I am a girl who was forced to become a woman. I am a girl who gives all she has to those who have nothing – to the faces she sees out her window, the walking corpses on their way to greet…
My mother used to say that strong women begin as broken girls. I would like to believe that this is true, but it’s getting harder and harder to believe in anything anymore. It has all just become an endless daydream, the schoolwork, the extracurriculars, family… it’s just an endless daydream with only you being clear…