“How are you?” Three simple words that never fail to inject bullets into my gut. They are always countered with “good,” and a smile that I hope isn’t too obviously forced. But, the bullets whirl around inside of me pounding away at the top of my throat, begging me to be released. I swallow them … Continue reading Gunpowder



For years, I have poured my mind, body, and soul into you for an unfair return of your superficial touch, knowing very well that I would never have you for more than a few nights at a time. For years, I have heard the things your friends would say about me, and I refuse to … Continue reading Palace