Spilled Ink

Late Night Dopamine ‣ This is your brain on love.

Perhaps a mind's only fine when it pretends. Must be why it always begins again.

Envisage ‣ A broken glance that whispers - never, ever, ever.

Imagine saying no until it excites you; 'til it bores you. Imagine saying no until you can't imagine wasting you breath on the syllable.

Heart Shaped Rain Clouds ‣ how far we go to forget.

I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s...

Warning Label ‣ The itch you can't scratch out.

Remind yourself at the end, before I crawl my way in, under your skin.

VIII ‣ The girl who lived.

This time, eight years ago, I laid beside you, contemplating life. Specifically, my life. And what was left of it. I was so young. Too...

VII ‣ Never Grow Up.

I've read that seven is an age of exploration, self-critique and combative complaining. I'm here to report that in the case of one...

Growing Pains ‣ She's my litmus for all others.

I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood

A Flame By Any Other Name ‣ The day she learned the difference.

You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ - And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.

Almost ≠ Enough ‣ Paper Cuts.

There’s this part of me that hungers for the bloodlet. It’s like breaking a bone to set a sprain or lighting a controlled burn to put out...

X ‣ Fail big.

Some nine months and ten years ago: forty-six chromosomes, two blue lines, and the unwavering perseverance of a girl too young to know...