I’ve never been much of a patriot; or particularly nationalistic for that matter. My hand…

she floats in a stagnant river of gasoline the holy hour trains less frequent breaths…

People whisper about us in the hallways, but you always steer me away before I…

everything is slow tiptoeing around myself (the tea steeps the dog sighs the floor groans…

The scent of iodoform made her open her eyes blearily to a ceiling lined with…

girls don’t have iron in their veins iron rusts with change we do not girls…

I looked upon his glass blue eyes, looking for a reason to stay, He held…

I desired the affection you were unable to supply, I searched for the acceptance you…

There’s always a pause right before someone says my name. I close my eyes, breathing…

they’ve taken her back shut her up in their vaults again the jewel that troy…