The Vanishing Girl

When I was a little girl, I used to practice beingĀ invisible. If I was invisible then I couldn't be yelled at, devalued, or hurt. At least that is what my childhood mind told me. Now, I know that doesn't make any sense, I am not, nor have I ever been, a vanishing girl. I was [...]

Poem: Scars

Trigger warning: Self harm This was written to be spoken word poetry put to music and such; maybe some day I'll do that but for now, here it is in its plain ole typed form. Scars   I am not my scars Or any of the things that have happened to me. I'm not the [...]