can’t silence what isn’t said

i’m embarrassed. they never told stories about the graveyard. the dead don’t either. if my heart follows that tradition, then i’m a girl coming of age, a maiden. who’s seen me naked? i didn’t die and become forgotten… the first, the second, the tenth—eventually, a husband who should’ve stayed. no, i’m pure.i’m owning this feminism.… Continue reading can’t silence what isn’t said