The Missing Room
I'm writing because I cannot leave. The front door opens—I've tried— but when I step through I wake in the cellar, neck stiff, knees bruised,…
griefA collection of 11 posts
Such Lovely Skin by Tatiana Schlote-Bonne
It takes every lie, every slick manipulation, and turns them to tools—dismantling her life with a butcher's systematic attention to the joints. It's *The Ring* with receipts, and the bottom line is brutal.…
Air Pressure
Grief doesn’t whisper, it thunders— a storm inside, relentless, pushing, pressing, pounding my chest until I can't catch my breath. I don’t know how to hold…
One and Only
We promised to share the weight, so I carried the groceries and the grief. I took your name, and the calls, and the questions no parent should have to answer.…
Tense Slippage
I was a mother. I was a wife. I was— —I was The door clicks shut— and I’m breathless air, a question unasked, unformed. The street rings under unmoored…
Someone Worth Surviving For
You’re not going to be ready. Not when it happens— not when he arrives, not when you hold the test in your shaking hand, thinking you did everything right,…