worldsaway

  • Not My Mother

    Not My Mother

    I hate Mother’s Day. It asks for softness I don’t have. What breaks me isn’t her—it’s…

  • The Anger

    The Anger

    Where is the anger, they ask. I learned to be water—quiet, contained. Until the page split…

  • Longing for Death

    Longing for Death

    Sometimes it hits quietly: I don’t want to be here anymore. Even good days don’t change…