12th Grade

Every summer, every winter.



Rose petal tea isn’t pink.

Rape Poem no. 5

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

How Pathetic!

One time I hooked up with the manager of a vape store, and now he gives me free stuff, and it’s kind of embarrassing.

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.