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” →
Maybe Continue reading “Mud” →
There is a man who works in the post office Continue reading “Tomorrow I Will” →
I pull. In and out of it and wrap myself in the thunder that surrounds it. Continue reading “Pull” →
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