Come What May

My past haunts me, like a waking dream. I pace from wall to wall, with a single thought. Will I ever be content in one place? Must I always be moving, running, driving away from this feeling.   The car is away, the air is ice in my lungs when I open the door, so…

What Being a Woman Means

Being a woman means wearing bright white tights to church as a child, but running out in the field with your dress catching against the grass as you giggle your way to the edge of the world. Being a woman means keeping your head down on the dark streets, because you have been taught to…