Poems from hannahlin
I am three and I am shakingSqueezing my eyes shut to the dust and the sun and the cold tile andI am in the cornerBreathing heavyI want it...
"Stop being so sensitive" says a man who made a rape joke to a survivor of sexual assault who just wants to enjoy thanksgiving dinner.
"...
She awakens to a jostle of her cage
Her small heart pounds against her ribs
It is dark but for a few rays of light, even so she cannot see...
She is light
Living, moving light
She is fire
Dancing, flickering, untouchable
One may try to grasp her
But if he holds onto her too long...
Have you ever felt a forest fire in your wrists?
Have you ever felt your blood in waves through your veins, boiling, melting your skin?...