Addictions

Clenched teeth hands fisted urge to run away from all the thoughts a sparkle of the blade a perfect escape anger may seep out with the blood pen and paper… Read more »

Night Highs

Time does wonders clean glasses smudged blank papers scribbled locks of thread tightly knit one charcoal countless squiggles “i will never let this happen” things change “never-s” happen This poem… Read more »