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Won’t You
This is a bad day, the kind of one where the world feels like red smoke and tastes like hate-flavored sky. This is a bad day, where there is no do-over, no reason why. I feel taken apart, taken down, … Continue reading
So Much Fear
What am I besides so much air over a too-dry reed? What am I besides so much glitter to be blown in the wind? What am I besides so much fear? What am I?
Return Me To Myself
How much of myself do you want me to give up so I can be your everything? How much of my skin would you like me to peel away, and how much blood would you like me to trail, and … Continue reading
Someone Whose Heart Never Stops Bleeding
Pouring a soul into the page is the easiest thing for someone whose heart never stops bleeding. Sometimes the craft is in the knowing what words must be cut, even if that means all of them. Only those of us … Continue reading