What If
What IF?
I pour out a bucketful of tears
cry out my insecurities
bleed out my distrust and mistrust
let out the skeletons in my closet.
Would that be vulnerable enough for you? Continue Reading
Writing Competition Winner
This Is Where I'm Left Empty
But how much more than deceit can you expect from the son of a serpent? I’ll translate that into money then at least I’ll feel like I earned something from being the fool’s fool. Like a day’s wage in servitude. Continue Reading
Camera Roll
She woke up, head still pounding to the beat of an awfully unpleasant girl’s night out…she decided to scroll through the camera roll to try and piece together the foggy events of last night. She found ten pictures she didn’t remember taking. All, except for one, were of her in various sleeping positions. Continue Reading
