My walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…
The Color of Wine
Perfect
Sometimes life just simply feels perfect. Flawless and divine like fresh fruit or the beating of a bird’s wings…
M(Emma)ory (Leigh)ane
In 2013 I was in Algebra 1 for the second time around. A sophomore in a freshman class, the only sophomore too I think…
indigo blue
there, by the hallway, a little girl stood. forlornly, she paced—the wind stinging her eyes. or so she told herself…
Crystal Woods
It was amusing, When the woods
were chopped down
It was amusing, To see them fuck up
and burn it to the ground…
