An English major & former film student, I just want to write like I’m running out of time :)
It was the longest my hair had ever been stretching, brushing my hips. I knew I had to cut it. The strands had no life left to give,
By Alessandra Ventura30 days ago in Poets
My blood hasn’t stopped dancing since witnessing the boys on the train scream slurs at a woman my age for defending the man they were harassing.
By Alessandra Venturaabout a month ago in Poets
It’s a mundane thing, writing emails. I’m so familiar with their anatomy, Subject line, Greeting, Body, and Closing, that I could operate with my eyes closed.
By Alessandra Ventura2 months ago in Poets
It's been 10 months and I cannot bring myself to forgive. Call me my father's daughter, steadfast in my ability to hold a grudge.
Hello old friend, It's been a while. I know you said your goodbyes to me, left me behind without a second glance.
“Beware La Llorona” the elderly woman says to the young girl that sits at her feet. “If you do not behave, she will take you away in the dead of night and you will never see me again.”
By Alessandra Venturaabout a year ago in Fiction
