From the Archive: Unbound
It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
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Join NOW!It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
...moreI exist in a field of landmines, never quite sure when one will go off or why.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreThe violence inflicted by black parents onto their children was born out of both love and a deep, abiding fear for that child’s ability to survive the American caste system that devalues black life.
...moreDown the steps of the second-story apartment above the hearse garage and across the alley was the library.
...moreMy kink used to be my Deepest Darkest secret, and now it is an integrated part of my everyday life.
...moreIn this ongoing series, writers in all genres explore the intersection between our literary lives and practices and our BDSM and fetishistic lives and practices.
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