reclaiming power
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There was an agreement once. Older than the people who signed it. Older than the beds they shared, the children they raised, the names carved into courthouse paper. No one remembers writing it. That was the clever part. It passed from hand to hand without ink, disguised as love. The masculine would provide. The feminine…
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The knock came before sunrise. Three slow strikes against the door. Not desperate. Official. The woman inside was already awake. She had been sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of something that had gone cold hours ago, listening to the wind scrape branches against the roof. The knock came again. She did not…
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Before they called her dangerous, they called her divine. That is the part of the story they tend to leave out. Before there were warnings whispered about women who knew too much, there were women people traveled miles to find. Women who understood the moon before anyone bothered naming its phases. Women who knew which…
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When the creation turns on its creator the world is dark. A woman provides life. And somehow, man convinced the world that made him that he was the one holding the power. There is something almost beautiful about the arrogance of it. He arrived screaming, covered in her blood, entirely dependent upon her body for…
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There is a strange silence that happens when there is finally nothing left to bitch at. Not because life became perfect.Not because every problem vanished into some magical sunrise bullshit.But because one ordinary day you realize you are no longer emotionally available for your own suffering. You are not mad.Not sad.Not overly excited either. You…
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Tell me who they are. They warned you the first night, but you called it honesty. They told you the last one was crazy.They told you the world never understood them.They told you people always tried to change them. They told you everything —without ever telling you the truth. What kind of person wears their…
