with the dirt in my nails

I. humming city lights soften sounds of cicadas mimicking and muffling rapid hearts. fingers dance and pull the since-dried grass … More

Literature, Reflected

I am Hedda Gabler without guns or intentions; a mess of a woman with a searing flame past. Lack of … More

the wind bites at my neck and I dare it to consume me. carve into my nape and chew me … More

The heart will protect itself, putting up walls to repel emotion and sincerity. But time will pass and the dam … More