Briana G.PremonitionsI sank to the floor, gripping the edge of the toilet with my good arm until I felt the nausea subside. The porcelain felt cool against my…Apr 19, 2017Apr 19, 2017
Briana G.Her ConflictShe thinks of what he wants, again and again, until the meaning of words by themselves ceases to make any sense. She feels them hovering in…Feb 26, 2017Feb 26, 2017
Briana G.DivorceShe shifts under the covers until her limbs find a comfortable position and her nostrils are able to suck in a bit more air. Inside her…Feb 12, 20171Feb 12, 20171
