I let the silence boil as I pick mismatched graphic tees off of colorful plastic hangers, imagining this is a…
Im going to spoil.
Sweep and wipe and hunger. Sing yourself into a special little frenzy.
like a babe the little cup of tea is cradled sugar sipped and crimped and sampled
There is you. And nothing more.
My conscious streams A foggy contradiction Sweaty palms on the floors, knees half crouched towards the ground
Her mother was always warning her to stay clear of vampires or other malevolent spirits, and sending her off to…
YOU* are gorgeous.
I learned to tattoo because I wanted to hate myself less.
“Helman slept like a child, warm and sloppy in his white cotton boxer shorts. The comforter was pushed to the…