Heart in the dark, sitting in the corner waiting for someone to come to the window. Continue reading “Moon Crisp” →
The wind came in through the window and made a whistling sound as it shot through the glass. Continue reading “The Beginning” →
I’m so damn angry, at the way things have turned out, at the poison that just came out of my mouth. Continue reading “The Things Of Us” →
If she knew, it was only because the noise in her head had quieted for a moment. Continue reading “Grip” →
I am in a holed up space barely breathing. My limbs refuse to move and my hands they sit unused on my lap. Continue reading “Fingers Fly” →
A hand is outstretched, it’s morning in the middle of nowhere. Continue reading “Others” →
I set aside a time to rage Continue reading “The Jar Heart” →
It is seven in the morning, and everything is falling apart. Continue reading “Mirrors” →
She looks out the window to cold hard skies that scrape the ceiling of the world and fade into the early morning. Continue reading “Yellow” →
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