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.
It's been two weeks to the day since I discovered my grandmother dead in her bedroom. Like every night before bed, I used the bathroom and checked on her afterward. If I could see her chest moving up and down, I knew she was still alive. However, looking at her, at the shell that struggled … Continue reading Nita