Missing pieces.Grandparents` house. I was seven. It was way before my uncle had children, I ruled.Mar 3, 2021Mar 3, 2021
Self talk, loud and clearFor the baby in me, absorbed the white that hit the pupil.May 7, 2020May 7, 2020
CAREEvery time I want to write, it is not about the moment. It is a reflection from the past, a remembrance of the present or an undigested…Sep 5, 2019Sep 5, 2019
Body, Beauty and ButterfliesEver since her first period in the summer of fifth standard, blood stains were never a thing. From using clothe to sanitary napkin to…Mar 17, 2019Mar 17, 2019
