Brie RossI wake up to a droplet of water sliding down my nose resting on the inherited dimple above my lip.My eyes burn as I rub them almost as if I poured a packet of sugar inside my eyelids. Eventually, I am able to see. The only glasses I own…Oct 1Oct 1
Brie RossRipped CarpetMy mom left me when I was 16. It was a normal Thursday that began with a static radio station blaring through the speakers of my…Dec 30, 2021Dec 30, 2021
Brie Rosswith each minute, I cryThere is music playing in my head somewhere, but I’m not really listening. The rain keeps falling faster and faster as the car races the…Dec 28, 2014Dec 28, 2014
Brie RossWhat is life?Some days I would feel it empower me, I would feel it enter my body slowly and painfully as though I was its whole being—a body, young and…Oct 30, 2014Oct 30, 2014