All My Love
Writing

All My Love

If God said “I can’t watch you do this to yourselves anymore” I wouldn’t be so surprised. I also wouldn’t blame him after everything that has happened this year. In more ways than one it felt like a bad dream or like someone was force feeding us information that we didn’t want to believe. Refusing … Continue reading

Degrees
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Degrees

Trading devotions for desires is your craft I’d paint you with wings and a halo I’d paint you with horns and a torch You run to the right while I run to the left Dancing, we stopped dancing Laughing, we stopped laughing Wanting, we stopped wanting Trying, we stopped trying Searching, I stopped searching It … Continue reading

Fictitious
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Fictitious

I don’t know where the hell she came from or why everyone told me to call her by her first name. I was raised with a sensation that everyone had met her but me. Some had seen her dressed in red lace, others saw her in her brother’s hand-me-downs. Her voice would be silky, she’d … Continue reading

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Pristine

I laugh hysterically because August has come back around for everyone and the only thing that is more comedic than that is the solid fact that it’s been a year since the beginning of what feels to be never ending. I wrote my last words, said my goodbyes, settled in back home, I’ve revisited old … Continue reading