I’m tired of my life & my attempts to do anything worthwhile. I’m tired of men & the way they say
“I love you” just in case they mean it some day. I’m tired of holding back the things I need to say so long that they begin welling up in the back of my throat, silently choking the breath out of me.

I don’t know which of the things I do could make me money anymore. I wander around confused
about expectations & disappointing myself just by the way I wake up in the morning. A woman at
the co-operative grocery store told me how “sick” my choker was as I was buying some organic
coffee I’d ground myself & I realized how fake everything about me has become.

I will never be the bigger person. Loving someone selflessly almost got me killed & I guess if I had to decide right now, I’d like to be alive.

Liz Howard

Liz Howard

Liz Howard is a queer single mom living in Philadelphia with her troublesome three-year-old & very loud beagle. Her writing breaks open her experience with abuse & leaves it in all its ugly little fragments. She has work in or forthcoming in: Split Lip Magazine, The Harpoon Review, bedfellows magazine, and elsewhere.
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