She ran with all of her might. She gasped for breath, her lungs screaming from the effort. She wanted to stop. She considered, only for a moment, curling up into a ball. The moment passed and she pressed on. Soon, she would be free. She would be her own again. Photo by Francesco Ungaro on … Continue reading Run

goodnight, my darling

She sits quietly in her bedroom, staring out the window. She thinks of the life she once thought she had. She brushes out her long golden hair -- one hundred strokes -- just like her mother taught her. She twists it into the same bedtime braid she's worn every night since she was a small … Continue reading goodnight, my darling