I went to the track todaynot because we used to go togetherbut because I had timeand they say it’s good for me.
I met you with my toesWe conversed up to my anklesWading furtherUp to my knees in anticipationNot saying we should…
Clasping my hands in uncertainty,
I protest in prayer to
Gnaeus panned his rifle’s scope across the barren, rock-rough landscape of Aprica Nova, searching…
1990. Two teenagers, bored, hormonal, neither one with a healthy relationship with…
Flannel jacket, jeans, complementing
brown bedhead. Every time
a twisted “I do,”he wanted her still, until he disappearedmorning sang with thoughtsforgotten
CW: Domestic Violence
“No, this is the real thing,” Astrid says.