Hannah Rose
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A Chicago Coloring Book
Chicago is grey - salt mixture on the streets, the cars, your shoes. Corrosive, it does you good one way and destroys you in another. Grey is a Chicago winter. It’s the slush in the gutters, cold like the thousands who walk past the homeless Vietnam Veteran on Michigan Ave without acknowledging his existence. Silver are the CTA trains, enabling people’s lives like hemoglobin through our veins. Metallic grey are the skyscrapers in all directions reflecting off the Bean. But, just like the Bean’s distorted reflection, the grey of Chicago is only a fog that cloaks everything in bleakness. Beyond the grey are brilliant hues – blue and green and yellow and black and red.
By Hannah Rose4 years ago in Wander
Christmas in Miller Park
It was Christmas day. I had just got off a 12 hour shift and was getting ready to spend the night alone with my thoughts. Yesterday had been a really bad day. My mom proved for the thousandth time that I didn’t really matter to her, and for the thousandth time I wished that wasn’t true. I wished there was some way I could make myself worth something to her, to make her love me and accept my love. But it was becoming more and more clear I could only love her from a distance.
By Hannah Rose4 years ago in Journal
Nobody Told Me
*names and details changed to protect privacy* His wrists were tied down in restraints to protect him. He wore absolutely nothing but an adult diaper. He was so thin he weighed as much as an average 11-year-old. You could see all his ribs and even the xyphoid process, that little pointy tip to the sternum.
By Hannah Rose4 years ago in Humans
