The Childhood Scars We Carry
I was five when the house split, Mum chose a woman and Dad chose blame, after his heart had folded in his chest, and nothing ever felt the same. She found Kestrel like comfort,…
Built With Strange Parts
I was never “normal”, whatever that means, just a kid with a loud head and torn up jeans. Sat alone with my toys, making worlds on the floor, while everyone else seemed to know…
Old Blood, New Laws
Before they drag my past up like they’ve found a buried bone, let me save them all the digging, I’ll show the ugly on my own. I weren’t born clean and gentle, with soft…