looking at pictures that i saw long ago i think of how funny it is that i once looked upon the smoothness of your neck and did not imagine kissing it. how unthinkable it is now for that thought not to cross my mind.
it is hard to admit that in this peace-loving, love-loving body of mine there is an anger that wells up with a blood rage at the thought of men who force themselves upon women a blood rage that swells into my eyes disguised as tears when I think of that act of taking, how much … Continue reading sometimes i want to kill
they no longer just take our sons they have been coming after our daughters quietly, in broad daylight young women are lining up for uniforms and guns hoping for escape, or discipline, or money i see my sisters falling and i want to shout at them to stop in their tracks to stop them before … Continue reading i see my sisters
i didn't hear your last word the one that showed where you were aiming it flew by my left ear grazed the lobe landed somewhere far in the distance i can see it way out there i don't think i'll be able to make the journey.