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I'm Not Ready Yet
I’m Not Ready Yet I love him I want him he’s sexy so sweet We’ve gone once already we’re back in the sheets I’m not ready yet I’m not...
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The Deep End
A wall of skin. Late 1960s inner city gym class swimming, most of the boys don’t own suits anyways, the ones who do, don’t wash them, the...
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I Drew Candy-pink Houses Under a Smiling Sun
Tracie T. Nichols Before the hands in the night. Before the forced exposures. Before my morning school bus rides, hobbled by hidden pain.
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Vanilla is the Scent of Rape
Tracy Grinstead-Everly Vanilla is the scent of rape. I have tried many times to make it NOT that, to make it the scent of nurseries and...
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Exposed by Unavoidable Light
Tracie T. Nichols I am flesh annealed. Strong but jagged. Malleable but shatterproof. Tempered young— exposure by relentless exposure....
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SKIN HUNGER by slm
slm The shedding of anything isn’t easy. Letting go of all that has been built up Over time, Under pressure, Through something As simple...
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Blue Butterfly: “Exploitations of Innocence” Excerpts
Valerie Twyman I was born an identical twin. Many years ago, I looked up the meaning of our names. Vera, who died after living for only...
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Fourth of July, 1980
Leslie Hill It is late afternoon on a Friday, and almost everyone in our family is at a Fourth of July block party down the street. I...
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advice to my sister runners
Jess Woolford dress to suppress step into sack sweats hide inside hoodie no shape: too ugly to rape or so they say spontaneity? a...
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A Child’s Panes
Caroline Cottom Texaco Man Daddy’s footsteps on the stairs shake the house he flips on the bathroom light flushes the toilet hard...
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where began it?
Jess Woolford where began it? this sense: safety stolen? was it back there? schoolyard where boys tracked took you down ...
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Reflection
Michael Dufresne and the window speaks to the flesh in these clothes conveying a pulse a remembrance of what it was like to be against...
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I’m Still Here*
Tracy Grinstead-Everly *Dedicated to my abusive ex-boyfriends and others like them, To those of us who, despite them, are still here, And...
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How to Burn Down a Tree Fort
Joan Clare You are not a pyromaniac. You are merely an extremely unhappy 12-year-old girl who gets her hands on a real book of witchcraft...
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Look at her
Shaillee Juneja She traversed the darkness Those paths filled with Muted and forced silence Aching heart Violated body And a broken...
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My Sister's Brother
Clay Jones “Would you PLEASE set the table!” Mom laughed with a smile. That was our job. I got water for four and my sis Becky, four...
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It was years before I understood not all my playground friends…
Tracie T. Nichols choked on unsought moisture forced through every mucus-lined threshold a small girl body forms in trusting fetal...
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