Where Sleeping Girls Lie

by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

It was like constantly being haunted by herself, with no reprieve from the ghosts inside her.

Not all her feelings reflected reality and not everyone needed saving.

“Sudoku? Are you seventy-five?” she asked.

FOUL i'm offended LMAO

“The Three Musketeers?” “They’re all white men.” “Brown bitches?”