Sip, sip, sip

SOMEWHERE, IN A place she does not belong, she feels her throat burn as the syrup slides down her tongue. sip sip sip Only once, she had told herself. Just this once. Four scraped walls gape at her; only a shattered window to her left. sip sip sip The magic begins only when she closes … Continue reading Sip, sip, sip


The Sin Lies in the Heart

• must i caress the wind or must i let the wind caress me? [ must i take action or must i let nature take it's own course. ] i am charged with bullets that could burst through a shield of emotion but i have stored them away in my fanny pack, because the fire … Continue reading The Sin Lies in the Heart