Writing in the Dark


This isn't what I asked for. I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises, But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed. My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all sides, because I realize I am afraid of myself. I… Continue reading Suffocating

Writing Conversations


A Word to the Wise Your words are venom– The kind of venom that gets beneath the skin and spreads like a bug bite. A bee sting. The kind of feeling you get from someone repeatedly pricking every inch of your skin with a fine needle– You’re bearable, but miserable. Your skin is corroding beneath… Continue reading Venom