Christina Ravlich
Joined April 2025
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I had given up on life and I gave up on writing with it.
I am tired and I yurn for the reconnection of mind to my heart then to my soul. When I write it happens for a brief moment, the world makes sense again.
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Heavy. Content Warning.
There’s a heaviness that entangles my chest and knots my stomach when he comes around. A sickness that encompasses my soul, a fastening to get away. The nausea I am left feeling eats away at the lining of my stomach. He looks at me but I look through him.
By Christina Ravlich9 months ago in Poets
