Black fishnet stockings. Black thigh-high boots, block-heels, slightly worn out-leaning to the left As if…
She was born into a world that tore women apart Heard them say them ladies…
She sat in the corner, on the small wooden chair that steadily held her weight…
Red is the colour of shame. It is the colour of unwelcome transitions and unfamiliar…
A small rectangular mirror stands on the stool next to my bed. Stained.…
” Here comes the bride…all dressed in white†I still remember the background music that…
One day, I will tell these tales to my daughter. Tales of glass ceilings, shattered…