Don’t be so quick to assume
So you noticed his scars
Ask or leave him be
Don’t gossip behind his back
If he wanted to kill himself
He’d be dead already
Look how many he has
Don’t make me laugh
He didn’t put them there for you
Just let me take a blade to you
Show you that delicious rush
And we’ll talk about attention then
When you’re begging for more.
What you think you know
You don’t.
So shut up already.

Childhood Works

Siobhan's Glass (short story)

Noises of Silent Worlds (poetry)

Membrane Drum Mosiac (poetry)

The Sunroom (short story)

Adult Works

Breaking Free (short story)

Coil (poetry)

Trouble Pooping? (birth satire)

Wyld Womyn (column)

Explict Prose & Poetry

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