Biography
-English Major / Comm Minor -20 years old -I write about anything and everything, but mainly stuff that pisses me off.
Samples
Melt Us Down You claim to know fear, know fights, know tears, but do you know the kind of fear you feel at 13 sitting in a chair carved from steel in a dark closet of an office that only grows darker as you watch yourself from across the room tell the therapist, in front of your parents and sister, that she has said she wished she were dead at only ten years old because she does not understand the dark figured snarling beast that lives inside her small body, worse yet that she cannot find help to silence him? Have you lived through the fights over nothing that drop into the house like an atom bomb: unexpected and unwarranted? The fights that end in hyperventilation that comes to a halt only when the cold water rains forms the shower head to soothe her heat prickled skin. Do you know the tears of a grieving mother as she holds tight to the body of her child as she screams "I hate you, let me die already." Or the tears of a father slumped in the seat of his truck, because he cannot be in the house for it only upsets her? He’s lost because he misses so much working the night shift. Each fight you fear these tears will be the last while blame seeps in, its icy tendrils clenching your heart. Then burning white hot they slip around your throat, squeezing tighter until you are sure your head will pop like that of a dandelion head in the backyard last summer. A feeling that lasts until you see a smile break her face, hear a giggle escape her sad lips. Still you wonder, worry, that this is the last fight. The last good day she'll have. The last smile you'll see.
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