Homesick

It’s funny how I always end up here, on Broadmor street. Every time I feel more pain than I can handle I drive to my old house to end it, or maybe for a second to breath since I never end up doing it. I’m afraid to say these things out loud, but then I … More Homesick

Blank

Who am I, do I matter, do I exist? Most days it doesn’t feel like it. Most days I don’t feel like a person at all. Just a machine, rolling through the months on autopilot. I don’t understand how it got this way. A little girl with big eyes and big dreams wouldn’t recognize herself … More Blank

Dear Lover,

You ask me why I’m such a cynic, why I don’t think about our future, why I’m so cold. Because all love stories end the same, morose way. I told you from the start I didn’t believe in love, I told you my heart was out of service. You don’t listen when I say I’ve … More Dear Lover,

Stimulants

To control the population’s growing emotional epidemic the government cultivates a vaccine that handicaps the brain’s ability to process emotion. In a fight to feel a rebellion forms below the city where drugs are now emotions and the body count keeps rising. … More Stimulants

Chasing Butterflies

Her heart fluttered with the wings of the yellow butterfly dancing through the sky. Eyes wide and full of wonder her feet found themselves following a trail. Away she went after the yellow butterfly out the courtyard, away from prying eyes and into a thick forest trail. The sunshine made the forest bright and inviting, … More Chasing Butterflies

Mine

she tastes like strawberries and cream her bones are wrapped carefully in soft layers of skin moans and sighs slip out of her pink lips that make a man twist and contort in agony agony only at the restraint not to consume her very being her body curves like art the little blonde hairs along … More Mine

The Fire

Your throat is raw and the words come out cracked Your hands are numb and shaky as you reach for their ghost Your cheeks are streaked hot with self-inflicted tears No matter how hard you scream and cry they won’t come Because that’s the thing about burning bridges, isn’t it? No matter how many times … More The Fire

Fantasy

When I was little I used to fantasize about living inside the beautiful little painted houses on cheap drugstore cards. I would imagine the smells of the freshly cut grass and the chirping birds singing by the bird bath. How the chimney would curl with wisps of the family fire as a home cooked meal … More Fantasy