Living dead girl
Danielle Rachford
11.29.18
Submission — Making Love
Those Baby Blues
I had been unknowingly allowing men to sink their claws into the depths of me well before I knew what love was. I granted these men permission to penetrate my mind, body, and soul…
An open letter from one outcast woman to the next.
An outcast woman is very simple. She knows who she is. That’s it. She doesn’t have to be heavily tattooed, swear like a sailor, or listen to punk. She could be a suburbanite mother of three. There is no definitive cookie cutter mold. There is one consistent trait however…
An outcast is defined as: a person who has been rejected by society or a social group.
That notion is comical because in all reality the outcast is the one that is doing the rejecting of society, but our culture cannot even process the idea that an individual would rather be separate from the group. With the growth of social…
A deep exhale brings me through the threshold of an open heart and as your blood courses through my gills
It is into the depths of my lower lobes that I transcend
The sweet salty air of your skin envelopes me, carrying me in the wind as I float away, an unsigned love letter
I have been oppressed by myself
A mind too weak
Too insecure to think for itself
Unprotected from the 5,000 subliminal ads that are beaten into my imagination
As if the idea of perfection was mine to begin with
