Molestation

Poem: Black Summer

******TRIGGER WARNING******

Silver flakes falling silently to the frozen ground.

I watch from the window as the snow covers the earth.

An Open Letter To The Man Who Molested Me

Dear The Man Who Stole My Innocence,

It bothers me I still can’t remember everything about that summer. I want you to know, because of you, I hated being touched for the longest time. I’m only now getting over that, and still…

If I Could Rid The World Of One Thing, It Would Be Child Molesters

Last summer, the worst possible thing happened to me. I awakened from a nightmare. It was a hazy memory type of dream. I wasn’t sure if it was a memory or a dream at first until the memories flooded back, later that…