A secret is sometimes a prima-donna. It revels in its understated performance: it doesn’t find power in volume. Rather, it finds its power in the silence. ex.) In middle school, where you would lean into your friend’s ear and tell them who you had a crush on with…
PHOTO BY PHOEBE CHIU “Don’t let boys ruin your life. School should come first. Girls who play with boys are shameful,” my mom said to me when I was in middle school. I would hear these words frequently years later, especially when she was mad at my dad,…
“More, more, MORE!” whines the voice inside your head Your id’s become your identity, instant gratification thy middle name. Every vein pulsating with greed Lusting evermore for the latest, the coolest, the best For thy passion of the day, the hour, the minute, the second. Satiation is the…
Hot cup of cocoa caressed by clammy palms You lie warm and content in the embrace of your old blanket Cocooned by alternating layers of fur and nostalgia Soaking in the crimson sunrise A gentle rain trickles down from the sky Flirting with your flimsy window-panes Tapping in…
*trigger warning: references to death, guns, murder, abuse, police brutality, and violence graphic by Amanda Leutmixay A boy in a hoodie eating Skittles on the way home gives you the jitters. But the news reports on cold-blooded murders? Those you’ve long been numbed to. Kill the young trans…