Rita Kay's Blog
August 29, 2025
Exhibit: White Shirt
This quiet witness to brutality.
They said:
It’s just fabric.
No.
Objection!
This was the flag he planted on my ruined country.
Let the record show:
I begged someone, anyone, to notice.
I waited in my shushed voice.
My split skin.
But no one came.
Small Excerpt from Exhibit: White Shirt
Her Fire Touched the Sky
Rita Kay
They said:
It’s just fabric.
No.
Objection!
This was the flag he planted on my ruined country.
Let the record show:
I begged someone, anyone, to notice.
I waited in my shushed voice.
My split skin.
But no one came.
Small Excerpt from Exhibit: White Shirt
Her Fire Touched the Sky
Rita Kay
June 26, 2025
A Soft Thread for the Brave Souls
Trauma Warning: Poems of Survival and Tell Me It’s Fiction: Short Stories of Trauma, Healing, and Surreal Emotional Truths are for anyone who holds themselves together in fragments and still heroically keeps breathing.
This is artistry.
Agency.
Let's add petals around the aftermath.
Thank you for reading, for witnessing, for staying.
—Rita
This is artistry.
Agency.
Let's add petals around the aftermath.
Thank you for reading, for witnessing, for staying.
—Rita
