The boys I have loved have each wanted something from me. Their love was — perhaps not love at all — demanding…
Someone once asked me why we are all mad. Not mad like cuckoo loose screws have you lost your marbles. The other…
I wake up in the Land of Fate to the sound of the wind whistling around me. It less of a whistle and more of a whine. Pleading…
She cannot find a way to measure her heart. She first tries when she is seven, and thinks that you weigh it in scoops, the same way that her…