“You're an angel?” he asked with an incredulous tone. I continued running my hands over his wounds. Healing them whenever I made contact. “You seem surprised?” I answered. “Well yes, where I'm from Angels don't look like you,” he casted his eyes downward. “What do your Angels look like?” I cocked an eyebrow upward. Let… Continue reading We Ain’t the Same
“Ugh,” I flipped backwards on my bed. I rolled over, tossed the toy in frustration, and got up. Passing my bedroom mirror, I saw that my eyes were dark purple with speckles of red. I sighed with irritation and stripped out the rest of my clothes. My evening had been a waste of time and… Continue reading Darling, these eyes can’t lie (rewrite)
I went to bed at three in the morning. After spending six hours writing a novel that I do not hate. I was not sad about this but content.Depression let me eat. And that was it. And I ate just enough to fill me. I did not let the food become a paperweight to crush… Continue reading 9 ways in which me and my depression actually played nice this week.
So that I may finally feel the warmth that you've never granted me. The walls were tired anyway. They were done listening to our arguments anyway. The floorboards didn't know how much more stomping they could take. They started to cave in on themselves in hope to silence the deafening noise. I'm certain the mirror… Continue reading And I’ll burn this house down
Did you hear about the rose that grew from concrete? It's roots turned cement to soil, it's leaves stole so much sunlight, the color was so vibrant it looked painted. The rose looked at the world and dared it to say anything was impossible, it's growth proven them all wrong. The only rose that grew… Continue reading We just call it a rose, but the rose calls itself a miracle
‘Dere is an old barn building just beyond yonder; were, if you get luck enough, you can get in fo’ five cents and listen to Big Daddy play dat horn all night long. But see, you gotta get ‘dere early ‘nough fo’ all the little girlies and dey fellas show up right ‘round the… Continue reading Suga Shack
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