Mother
Poetry writer
I don't write fairytales.
I write what happens after the glass slipper cuts.
Love. Loss. Mothers who break quietly. Women who refuse to stay buried.
If it hurts, I'll write it. If it heals, I'll earn it.
No filters. No soft landings.
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Feb 02, 2017 11:03AM
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