What If…
What if I swept the pen across the paper like a lover, letting the ink become an act of passion, not necessity? I think I would write about tip-toe’ing through the daisies and how I felt like I was a … Continue reading What If…
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Trust
Go ahead and crack my ribs apart at the sternum. Then reach beneath my bleached bones to dip your fingers in my crimson veins. I laugh with insecurities and wonder if you feel that we are of the same blood. … Continue reading Trust
