sexual abuse
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Tuesday, November 6th, 2007As a young child, her siblings would tie strings to her legs and exclaim, “when does the balloon take off?” At the time, she was the youngest child in the herd. She was overweight. She was born premature, only weighing four pounds.
Her real father wasn’t around much, he liked to drink. Eventually they found him [...]
It Creeps, It Seeps Deeply At Night
Monday, October 15th, 2007by StormyBluez
Since I haven’ t ate a meal in a week, my dad took me to eat the other day. He bought me a beer at a Mexican restaurant and a steak. We usually just sit in comfortable quietness and joke sarcastically a few times. But, I was feeling quite lonesome and numb that [...]
Reason #792 why this city is too small
Tuesday, September 18th, 2007By Saviabella
I was spending some time with a friend of mine the other day and the topic turned to a good friend of hers. His name sounded familiar, some details sounded familiar, and then, the realization of who she was talking about hit me with such force, I felt as though I were struggling through [...]
Giving It A Name
Thursday, September 13th, 2007By madam diva
When I was 16 I frantically tore out the pages of my grade 8 diary and burnt them on my back porch. I was terrified that someone had been in my room and had read the gut-wrenching rendition of my rape.
The first time that I ever voiced the words out [...]