Dead (Wo)man Walking

I can still hear it now… The sound of their laughs, the whispered name calling behind my back. Forever etched in my brain. Every step I took only made things worse. “She walks like she’s drunk! Let’s call her ‘Alka-Seltzer’. Hey, Alky!” Each word they spoke cut deeper than any knife would ever do. IContinue reading “Dead (Wo)man Walking”