The cool burning of skin comforts me as I slip out of his arms. Sliding away from his eyes, thick smoke falling like sand covering …
Save Me a Smoke by Katherine Michalik
Pulling at myself, Release. I burned black, filled them with decay. My cracked lips seeped secrets I couldn’t hold between sticky hairs. …..Again.
Sound Off by Katherine Michalik
My mother has never been one to cuss. Coming from a religious family, her language was fairly clean. That day my mother told me to …