May 24, 2018 | All Authors, Wilderness Sarchild
I know a woman who knows what it means to be held down by ten boys and raped repeatedly, who didn’t tell anyone for twenty years. I know a woman who knows what it means to have her girlfriend’s father slide his finger up her thigh at the kitchen table, who...Jun 1, 2017 | Poetry, Wilderness Sarchild
a soft thing that purrs in your lap, a lion gently licking his mate’s genitals to awaken her, a panther pacing in a cage, the fear that bites your finger and won’t let go when you grab the nape of your cat’s neck from the dog’s fangs. . You, too, became feral once:...