There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, What if you fly? -Erin Hanson Oh, my darling, take it all Every last inch of the world Tint it in the way only you can, with wonder and beauty and…
Look at every inch of her and see what you did. She wears one half of her broken heart on a chain around her neck and the other inside her chest. You said friendship and she said trust. You said friendship and she said respect. You said friendship and she said compassion. You say friendship and…
We took all the smoke detectors out of the ceiling when they ran out of batteries and started chirping at 3am. I guess we’re all gonna die if there’s a fire. So it goes. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.…
I was seven, and my Spanish teacher told me I was squinting at the board. I was happy enough being nearsighted; as long as I could read at night, it was all good. I can’t do that anymore. I inch notes closer and closer to my nose until it hits the sweet spot between where…
[In journalism, you use brackets to give context to the things left unsaid.] [In relationships, you make a bracket for March Madness because it’ll bring you closer.] [Or, depending on the game’s outcome, tear you apart.] This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes,…
My dad once told me that air is the enemy. He meant in keeping food fresh, but I couldn’t help but choke. If air is the enemy, is that why my breath catches in my throat? If air is the enemy, why am I breathing at all? If air is the enemy, is that why…
The only way to get rid of all those awful, hateful things you say to yourself is to solidify them into lozenges, place them on your tongue, and let them dissolve. Form your I’m not good enoughs into a blue raspberry drop, your I can’t do its into a cherry drop, and your I don’t…
When I mess up, and lord knows I mess up, all I want to do is unzip my skin. My mistake envelops me, creating a membrane of someone else–someone who isn’t a good friend, someone who hurts others. When I mess up, I confront my mistakes. I lay myself out, raw, unzipped, uncovered, unprotected. I just…
He’ll come with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. I know he will. They say life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get. But I know what you’re going to get. You’ll get a box filled with little white chocolate lies, with hurt that oozes…
The first house she bought was forest green and the size of her thumbnail. She could trade it in with three others for a bright red hotel that would guarantee her victory. The second house she bought was a bit bigger and pentagonal. She placed the tiny doll family inside, encouraging her daughter to speak,…
Victim to Charm 