At night I have these constant little dreams, ones where I am alone and standing isolated against the rising sun ( Read more... )

I choke on the malice held in my throat like a secret written on a bathroom stall ( Read more... )

As I stare at him, a collection of repulsion threatens to escape from behind my lips ( Read more... )

Dear Future me ( Read more... )

Like the churning of a thousand stars materializing into a galaxy,
Like the burst of a lung collapsing,
People assume it’s a trick we learn.
Relishing our new found infatuation,
Like a camera flashing.