By Frances Stevenson
I feel
sometimes
inextricably tied
to the thing that is killing me.
On my worst nights
I am trapped in my head
with the men who murdered me.
Frances Stevenson is a poet and writer with a passion for storytelling. She lives in Minneapolis,
Minnesota with her cats Winnie and Caspie and works in nonprofit communications. When not
journaling or revisiting her years-long battle with iambic pentameter, Frances likes to knit,
explore the city by foot and bike and pet every dog in sight.
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