trauma – Daily Elena Rose

they stained your pretty white rose

I long to feel the fragile, beautiful heartache that accompanies love again. To crave for someone: to feel warm, comforted, and at home in their presence. What a lovely thing, a gorgeous something that feels forever out of touch. For when I’m touched, I feel tense. To love feels like a dream I had long…

thoughts on the drive home

I feel like an imposter in my trauma and experiences; I know it happened to me, but I feel like a fraud. I feel like I don’t fit into the group of survivors: like my experience isn’t as valid and as challenging as theirs. Even after I know for sure something has just happened to…

Sinners: Best Movie of 2025?

My Honest Review of Sinners (Spoilers Ahead) Don’t read this if you’re not ready for spoilers—or truth. This review isn’t for the faint of heart, and neither is the movie. If my take offends you, feel free to keep scrolling. Let’s start with the scene where the ancestors from both the past and future come…

shell

i’m living in a shell of a house sometimes i think the neighbors can hear my shouts the walls are made of paper, as thin as my patience i’m trapped in this cage, no hope of escaping police sirens roar and dogs beg for love the street is worn down; the sky’s grey above the…