Sand Heart

The princess was fast asleep; the silence kept watch, the stars kissed her goodnight and the moon cuddled close looming gently in the window, cold breath caressing her cheeks, pink in slumber pale fingers closed over blankets, a soft stream of fabric tousled down her calves bundled around her feet, soft like her heart, impressionable, … Continue reading Sand Heart

Baby & Me – Kristiana Reed

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In baby’s small hands

she saw his

and as baby pulled her necklace

into an embrace

she trembled, remembered

the power he once had.

Still had, swimming

in baby’s blue eyes,

nothing like hers,

her bruises were purple,

yellow and green.

Green like baby’s vomit,

gurgling screams,

a chest full of blood

a heart full of hurt

a heart full of love.

Love left in no man’s land

and a bed for a trench,

once balled up,

finally curled up

stroking baby’s hair.

Hair like hers,

wispy and wind-kissed,

free to breathe

a future, called

‘Baby and Me’.

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Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.

You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties

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In the kitchen – Kristiana Reed

Blood Into Ink

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I’ve wasted hours

stacking shelves

with not good enough.

I’ll never get into bed

to be ready on time

with washing up

this tight chest,

teetering on an invisible edge

restless.

helpless

pacing with my loneliness.

I found old CBT diagrams I drew to cope with anxiety attacks.

I decided to turn them into poetry instead of painful memories. 

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Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.

You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties

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Porcelain

She wanted to be wanted; to be written about in a 'the world cannot end until I've kissed you' way. Not used like china, porcelain or clay; something to be shattered and shaped, slipped into the fire to bake.   © Kristiana Reed 2018   Image credit. 

In the park – Kristiana Reed

Blood Into Ink

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A morning run

through a miserable park;

blinding fluorescent

jacket smiles

megaphone praise

bursting skin

splitting headache.

The tongue

in my head and its feet,

licking the edges

of my cerebral cortex,

pushing slippery whispers

into the backs of my eyes,

wet assault

as I pant

panic

and cry.

I found old CBT diagrams I drew to cope with anxiety attacks.

I decided to turn them into poetry instead of painful memories. 

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Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.

You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties

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Special Call for Submissions: Exploitation of Women

Whisper and the Roar is looking for submissions ❤

Whisper and the Roar

The Whisper and the Roar Collective is seeking submissions for an upcoming series on the global exploitation of women. We are accepting poetry, prose, fiction, personal narratives, and essays on these topics from around the globe. We are looking for writing that makes us feel, makes us think, that moves us. 

April 15th– April 21st                 Domestic Violence

April 22nd – April 28th              Sexual Exploitation 

April 29- May 5th                         Female Infanticide

May 6th– May 12th                       Rape

May 13th– May 19th                 Acid Attacks

May 20th– May 26th                 Child Marriage

To Submit:

  • Send up to 3 pieces of original writing in either PDF or Word…

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