Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
My friend is like a hummingbird, flapping her wings eighty times per second. Her voice goes up an octave when she talks about him and her words spill out of her like flower petals on parade. The symptoms of first love, or lust, or wanting, or whatever it is. She Read more
I gave you my heart, ripped it from my chest where it lay comfortably nestled between lily white rib bones and family dinners in front of the television. You picked it up daintily between your fingers as if it weren’t alive, as if it weren’t throbbing madly, as if it Read more