Letter to my abuser

You can call me stupid. Call me wrong. Call me incapable. Call me names I cannot even repeat. You can spread your lies. Convince others. Build a whole army of puppet followers who all agree with you. You can convince a friend of mine. Turn someone I love against me....

Survivor Poetry: ‘Unnamed Woman’

My mother cut out clippings from the newspaper with a pair of silver scissors, gliding them along the marble countertop with a swoosh as I cut my French toast into trapezoids with my fork. I never drank my orange juice. It left a bad taste in my mouth when I brushed...

Survivor Poetry: ‘Cut Out My Heart’

I cut out my heart, leave it on the shelf beside my dresser, next to a box of necklaces and a tipped over frame. I don’t feel like bringing it tonight. I cut out my heart, leave it behind and replace the emptiness with a painted smile and pretend I can’t hear it...

Survivor Poetry: ‘Love’

The things he says as etching in my skin the fingers circling my arms around the wrist they sink somehow, without me hearing anything else. I have forgotten this girl, lying on this bed, was at one point me. I have forgotten that I know her at all, that there is a...

Survivor Poetry: ‘Dear Psycho’

I just wanted to let you know: You swore no one would ever love me like you did- I ‘ll make sure they never do. You told me I could not survive on my own, but I thank God I survived my life with you. You told me I was weak, but you only made me stronger in the...