June 5.

Forgive her for enveloping you in orchid chains, she did not care for the ache, she felt sorry for herself. She repeated it over and over, like a broken record, I am hurt. Her name tastes like knives in your mouth now and you ponder if the hollow void was worth pouring cascades of love…Read more June 5.

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Salt.

I have met this storm before — the one that sends me to the ground and hurls another curse at me. I leap for the black hole, the void that pulls at my heart strings like gravity. The threads of my soul slowly come undone and stitch to another home. A person to call home.…Read more Salt.