Mr. Meyer, You don't know me, but I am the victim of Ssgt Keith Alan Snyder, my rapist, your client. Oh I know you think you know me and I do understand and accept your unique position. Just doing your job right? I get it and to be honest I've tried to separate you from … Continue reading Ashes, an open letter to Mr. Aaron Meyer
So I'm risking everything with this post but it is so important and I am hoping more than anything to expose what this process is really like, how it feels and what it looks like when you've finally broken beyond hope. I know that it's hard to believe, it's hard to believe I've had the … Continue reading Crisis
I wanted to be something. I wanted to be known for creating art. I wanted to be a choreographer. That was the childhood dream that took hold. Before that and not for the purpose of this story, I wanted to be the first female fighter pilot in the United States Air Force. This story comes … Continue reading Prelude~ Astronaut, The Resurrection of CHRIST(ie)
I'm doing my thing. I'm trying to figure it all out, put the pieces of the puzzle in some order, trying to lay them all out, a cards on the table kinda thing. That thing, that's the thing I'm doing. I went back. I didn't want to. I've spent almost the entire majority of my … Continue reading Pure
I cried tonight watching the Oscars. No surprise there but it wasn't for the reason I thought I would cry. I anticipated watching Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper perform Shallow like everyone else and god did they deliver. There is something about that song, that story, that chemistry that just moves my soul. No, I … Continue reading The Oscars…
Oh what a tangled web...I see you. I absolutely see you. We're in for a heck of a ride you and I. It's about to get a little bumpy. It is so cute how you think I didn't know which one you were...it's absolutely adorable. I'd start thinking of excuses now, before you're caught off … Continue reading silly
This is the face of a serial rapist.
It was the first time I had sex because I wanted to. The first time since I was six. You can dwell on that some other time, but right now stay with me in this memory. He lifted me from the couch and my skirt lay out exactly how I hoped it might. You know … Continue reading Little Crystal Ball
Olivia stared at her reflection in the mirror. Only it was older her, not in age, chronological age, in appearance. She was looking at her primordial alter, if that was even feasible. She had worked through some other possible options for the sake of scientific theory, like this was somehow an elaborate practical joke played … Continue reading The Adventures of Ghost Girl~ A superhero origin story in real time.
It's hard to write my thoughts and feelings now. If I make the decision to write I have to remind myself that every word is poured over and scrutinized. They are looking to distort every single word. And it's interesting writing when you have knowledge of nefarious intentions with the content you share. I'm always … Continue reading Mountains.