Dakota Jean
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November ThirdA Story by Dakota JeanA day in the life. |
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Out of the FogA Story by Dakota JeanComing out of the fog wide-eyed I sit and stare at the world around me in wonder. For so long I have been deep underwater, drowning in my own sickness.. |
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ProgressA Story by Dakota JeanAs I was on the ride to go see my therapist this morning the pavement split and cracked revealing trees growing from beneath and breaking .. |
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Shooting StarsA Poem by Dakota JeanMy tears traced your collarbones todayAnd as I was watching them fallThey looked like little shooting starsIf I could have wished upon themMaybeMaybe .. |
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AgingA Story by Dakota JeanAgingrapidly, I feel it deep in mysubconscious. My spirit aches and whines for a release, for a warm front to kill this harsh winter. It never comes.F.. |
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CrashA Story by Dakota JeanIt all happened in slow motion. I don't even remember feeling the car hitting me, I just remember the sickening crunch as I bounced off its left headl.. |
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Dinner With An AnorecticA Story by Dakota JeanThe point where I felt so inhuman and alone and humiliated was two days ago in a restaurant. I was sitting there, 91 pounds and shivering with only a .. |
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Cross the CreekA Story by Dakota JeanA few miles from my house is this huge park acting as a nature preserve. There are dog parks and picnic tables in ther.. |
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Year FiveA Story by Dakota JeanWe all know that I have family issues. No, I was not the product of a divorce. No, my dad didn’t hit my mom. No, my mom wasn’t sleeping ar.. |
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To Whom It May ConcernA Poem by Dakota JeanTo whom it may concern,I will be happy soon. There will be no more laced up arms or dark storm clouds. There will be no more laughing and smiling to g.. |
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