During 7th grade, my day always started with English class. At the time, I didn't know how formative it would be to me over time. I met a lot of people in that class, including one of my oldest friends, Brian. We bullshitted about Final Fantasy III (or VI if you want to be a … Continue reading Mr. Myette and 7th Grade English
I cracked an egg in my hand and watched the yolk seep through my fingers, sticky like blood from the heart pulled from my chest and gifted to a calculating palm. I scrambled to clean the mess, but the pieces lie in disarray. I begged for the Warmth while we danced unaware, bodies slick with … Continue reading Egg
Fall colors are strange when you're used to sweating during Halloween. Perhaps it's time to trade in my hoodie for a warm coat.
The rice noodles burn my tongue because I added the spices you like. But it still doesn't feel right without you giggling at me.
I attempt to move but my body feels like steel weighing down the bed. It's not because I'm lazy, but because they say I'm sick.