growing up – Emma After Hours

Eye of the Storm

There is a break in the panic. A hiccup in the shortness of breath that feels like an escape. There is satisfaction that comes with reaching the eye of the storm. Even when you know it’s a mere pause. And soon you will be returned to your prior state, with no time to conform. TheContinue reading “Eye of the Storm”

Youthful – Emma Weiss

Do you remember when you were young? The most important issue was which side of your paper you drew the half shown sun. Wearing whatever clothes my mom threw in my direction, Not worried about the constant objectification, If my shoulders showed, If I was treated more as an intentional distraction than a human. IfContinue reading “Youthful – Emma Weiss”