Category: -pretty prose-

There is a curse in love– To walk miles in shoes stained red with your blood, to break bones and rip flesh to simply be […]

I swear I taste the stars when I kiss you– sharp bursts of light accompanied by the acrid taste of marlboro cigarettes. It’s haunting, really. […]

“Girlhood.” You say kindly.  And I flinch at the lilt in your voice. A girl knows no kindness. Waking with thighs drenched in blood,  Head […]

Where is the line between  a desperate saint and  a grieving sinner?  You stand across the room from me  and all I can wonder… is […]

Passion is the thing that kills the soul. The day the music died, I was seventeen– staring down at a blank page, bleeding letters I’d […]