Keturah

I don’t know what to do with myself. I hate nights like these. Empty. Spoiled. Long. I am a child. And I can’t breathe. My brain hurts. It’s not a headache. My brain is itchy and scratchy and needs to be soothed and calmed. Everything feels wrong. My hands hold my head. I need comfort, […]

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Time’s Confessions

Time leaves me sad.

Time starts ticking. The thick, heavy hours creep behind me, lethargically following me into my personal hell. Life slows down and elongates itself into eternity. Time spawns replicas of itself, burgeoning forth as every instant feels like infinity. Each second hurls itself at me, expectantly waiting for me to placate the duration with purpose. But I am […]

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The Miserable Ones

It’s not insignificant; it’s my life; it’s my mood. I thought I had made peace with my obsession, but my definition of self-respect, self-worth, and confidence is still determined by my weight.    I only wear sweat pants so no one can see the shame layered on my hips and thighs. I don’t want to leave […]

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