a numbers game
My friends and I would play a game in middle school reserved for the crackhead hours of our sleepovers – the hours […]
rip ||instant gratification||
something is scraping up the inside of my ribcage tapping the bone for maple syrup seeping out a brown glossy shimmering nectar […]
A Birth Scene
He’s born in the middle of the woods. He’s born beneath stars scattered across the sky, disorganized and unaware they’re that way. […]