Achy

Rose petal tea isn’t pink.

Rape Poem no. 5

Pretending it never happened isn’t going as well as expected.

Sickman

What are you building, sickman?

It Was Sunny Last Weekend

“I can’t compare her to pancakes. That sounds vaguely sexual. I know… I’ll change ‘pancakes’ to ‘crepes.’ That makes it deep.”
–The author

Heart Light

Rain: translucent, crystallized youth on sticky, tender lips.