I thought I'd killed my darlings, But then they turned up breathing. All petal pink lungs and teeth-out smiles. I thought there might be headstones, But instead just rows of photos. All warm and quiet people, passing silent time. I thought I'd been done dreaming, But at night I wrote new stories. Without permission from … Continue reading My Dead Darlings
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CHAOS, A FRIEND. part ii
It wasn’t particularly surprising to Olli that Trevor might have once been involved in something like this. She had been to NA meetings with him, after all, and people confess all kinds of things there. The woman was still standing in the doorway. She shifted her weight, hoisted the bag with the dog further up … Continue reading CHAOS, A FRIEND. part ii
Summer rolled in hot and slow We dressed the rooms up nice The ground popped beneath our feet Every time we came back home. The strangeness came in waves A closet full of no one's clothes A universe of bed between us Every time we came back home. Words that have no home … Continue reading Home
Chaos, a friend. [SHORT PT. I]
Her parents named her Holliday, but she went by Olli. She had just set up shop, selling jewelry and weed out of a rundown storefront rented by her friend Trevor, who sold t-shirts with his artwork screen printed on them. Olli had met Trevor in NA a couple years back, when she'd thought maybe she … Continue reading Chaos, a friend. [SHORT PT. I]
a long while.
i looked in the mirror for a long while, but only glass stared back. glass and neat letters, inked in hot shower fog and fingerprints telling me how many years it's been. asking what happened. i said i was sorry for a long while, but was never quite forgiven. forgiven for not really trying, but … Continue reading a long while.