maelstrom
in april, the skies shattered; life and death french kissed…
in april, the skies shattered; life and death french kissed…
i caught ciri's gaze and we shared a smile that meant a hundred different things.…
a collection of letters for an angel in heaven…
tender is how i've been…
auto-fiction // May, 24…
modern day woman aches everywhere…
should we leave?…
sad sappy writings for the the month of november.…
my lovers meld together…
my winter sun / my ailing skin / my dying roses /…
somewhere in between; eerie, forlorn, and often surreal -…
this is sabine's story about her oldest friend, whom she loved so much that she felt she didn't have enough left in her for anyone else.…
i stole my father's cigarettes so you could scold me for smoking because you are my prettiest love affair.…
stripped of meaning, I am just conscious enough…
past midnight; i write thank you notes.…
endlessly affectionate…
on the coldest night, stay up and write poems on your floor ~…
these words are red in color.…
they say she said the truth, but just not in the right order.…
'till you pick me off the floor and love me again.…