I’m buzzed in without question and brace myself for the six-flight trek to his loft. The fourth floor is usually where my lungs like to give out. I know that I’m close, I’m just fourteen steps away, but my feet become stone and sharp pains spread across my chest. It could be from my body… Continue reading Hazel – Chapter 2
They only want you for what’s in between your legs. Or so my mother said. But she never specified who they were. At the time, when I was thirteen and eager for acceptance, “they” were the boys in my school and the boys in my neighborhood; Their own bodies building… Continue reading The First Time
The way to win is to accept the possibility of defeat. Regardless of the preparation you’ve put in. The time. The money. The energy. That lingering doubt that all could go wrong is s part of the process. We spend so much time seeking perfection – on the opposite end of the spectrum are those… Continue reading Winning
They can see that this wasn’t a mistake. But something tells me your interpretation is different. I allowed the humidity of the night to soak in your hesitance for me like a shield of not now.
5.23.2016 It’s like one day, you find yourself standing on a beach and in the water, there’s a sweet little boat gently bobbing against the soft current of the ocean. It’s in pristine condition. It looks sturdy, dependable. You’re hesitant to climb aboard at first because you don’t know anything… Continue reading How to Save Yourself From Drowning
I am clumsy. I have a tendency to fall. Sometimes it’s because I’m just not careful enough. A misstep here. Sidetracked there. I want to pay attention. Eyes forward, focused like a racehorse. But I am distracted easily by the shininess of something new. It draws me in – the bright reflection of something that… Continue reading Never-ending Fall
Powders and tablets tumble to the dance floor and six-inch heels grind them into a cocktail of oblivion. The plumes of God-knows-what cloud our faces and soon, we’re all getting fucked up on each other’s shit, syncing our bodies to the pounding bass of the music.
Dear Girl in the Red Sweater, Hi. You don’t know me, but I was walking my dog down North 7th when I saw you coming out of the coffee shop on Bedford. You weren’t with anyone, but you seemed pretty upset. You were on your phone and you had a look of confusion or hurt… Continue reading Sincerely
I can hear the music leaking from the pink earbuds that have snaked their way over her chest and into the port of her cracked phone; She’s snuck into my room again through the fire escape. Probably because this is where all of her secrets live. My sister flicks her thumb over the screen as… Continue reading Shattered
The birds were evil pterodactyls soaring above her; translucent claws spread waiting to tear off her flesh in one swoop.
This Is Human 