it’s staring at me. its hard, dark shell threatens to eat me. it will tempt me and tease me and taunt me and entice me until i give in and deposit my soul in it. it will roll me away and take me far from what i know — far from what and who i… Continue reading luggage


i want to write a poem. the feelings are screaming inside, but the words haven’t come yet. i’m laughing at myself. i’m laughing at the cruel joy of life. i met a boy. he picked me up. the greeting was excited but comfortable. “Hey.” “Hey.” my stupid grin was already plastered across my face. and… Continue reading