On April 12, 2005, a classmate repeatedly fondled my breasts after I asked him to stop. My friend’s mother was only a few feet away from us the entire time. Months later, she asked me why I didn’t tell her right then. Until that moment, the thought of telling her had never occurred to me. Journal Entry: So today IGo to Post >>
Alayna Hinson (she/her) works with kids in Colorado when she is not geeking out or cuddling with her dog. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Stetson University. A nominee for the Pushcart Prize, her work has appeared in The Dime Show Review, Lamplit Underground, Minerva Rising, and other publications.