This isn’t a happy story. It doesn’t entail a suburban home with one or two loving parents. It doesn’t come with any warmth or nurturing, no this story is dark and cold. It’s full of misery and empty vodka bottles, prescription pills and razor blades. A broken woman cries alone in her bitterness, resentful of … More Low


(2017)She sat in the passenger’s seat of the car he hated, her petite figure swallowed in his lettermen. Every minute felt like a long-lost dream she’d forgotten and if her eyes closed for too long she would forget it was real.He sat low in the driver’s seat and navigated carelessly with one knee, biting his … More Incomplete


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


She stuffed roses in her mouth to suffocate the lump in her throat but the thorns tore her tongue. Wine is tasteless and love is empty. Memories are stored in a box of sharp objects labeled “danger do not open”. Her fingers tremble as she holds metal to cream, drawing with crimson. Blood is warm … More Thorns


Will you love me when the filters are off, when all we have are the raw and bittersweet images?Will you love me in the morning before I’m put together, bare-faced and hair undone?Will you love me despite the cold in my bones and the mess in my head?Tell me, will you love me through the … More Unconditional


So soft and sweet and supple in shapes like fruits and candies, that’s what girls are. Their lips coated in shiny gloss that tastes like cherries and skin so creamy and smooth. Soft petals of roses, lilies and daffodils. Tulips, violets and gardenias. Girls are precious, edible packages in all sizes and colors. The curve … More Candy


The night was warm and peaceful. My imagination ran wild to the sounds of the ocean rising and falling, my breath syncing with it’s rhythm. Although I didn’t know him at all I felt safe with my head resting in his lap and our fingers intertwined.I liked the way he told his stories, painting vivid … More crush