to my younger self, i am sorry we ended up this way. i'm sorry you are covered with wounds and bruises instead of shiny jewelry. i'm sorry i mes...Read more

I wake up in a bed that does not remember my shape. The sheets are a map of all the places I have never been. The mirror swallows my reflection like a...Read more

I sit in the crackle of a flickering bulb, a dim halo of almost, of not-quite, of nearly-there, where shadows breathe louder than light. The walls are...Read more

How is it I am crying again, When all that happened was I dropped my pen? This time the pen, last time a glass, Lately seeming to all occur on mass. ...Read more