Katherine Emsley

Drama Queen

Drama Queen

The spoon clattered to the tiled floor, echoing in the silent kitchen. Picking it up felt like a monumental effort. Fatigue gnawed at me, a relentless companion that no amount of sleep could shake. My limbs felt heavy, like weights that were constantly my burden to...
Battle Cries and Rose Petal Lies

Battle Cries and Rose Petal Lies

The news used to erupt at every mention of sexual assault. Now? It’s background noise, a dull ache in a world choked with violence against women. I stand in that wreckage, a twice-broken survivor in a country where rape is a national anthem. They ask why I’m single,...