Once Upon a Prick

You set me on fire without a single burn A sleeping child awakened in the middle of a storm My dream come true was in your arms Your smile, my north star in obsidian night Moths drawn to flames, your charms my blight Your heart mechanical, your hands surgical Slicing me open without a cut... Continue Reading →

Old & Busted: “We Just Didn’t Work” ~ New Hotness: DSM-V Breakups!!!!

Am I the only person tired of reading articles about narcissists? In addition to yoga selfies, all of my social media is cluttered with articles about narcissists. For a personality disorder comprising 1-6%(depending on the source) of the population, narcissists really get a LOT of press! I'm amazed at how everyone has recently broken up... Continue Reading →

Where Have I Been?

Pulled a quick Jim Carrey, no biggie. In the process of creating the life I want. Whatever that means. I can't put it in words, it's not really about materials.  I'm not my house, I'm not my clothes. I'm just a persona wandering around to see what I can learn. Apparently random disappearances from the... Continue Reading →

Wiping Blessings Off the Floor

In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness.  The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →

I Am Lana Del Rey’s Maligned Vagine

When I started writing, I wrote pieces focused on celebrity body parts in relation to life.  I have missed writing about things like being leaky colons and constipated assholes, so I thought I’d come back to an old style.  Today, I am focusing on a vagina. Dating articles make me generally homicidal: especially when I... Continue Reading →

Pieces of Me

How many hearts have been broken by a broken heart? Love has become a gift only from indian givers Where takesies and backsies are as common as x’s and o’s Love has become a razor blade in the corner of our eyes Even when we smile, we have a little cry Where thoughts and cuts... Continue Reading →

Fiction? Pt II

Fiction? Pt I Timelines became blurred as her confusion mounted.  Kris had suggested she read Alice I Have Been a few months ago, and her world now felt exactly like Wonderland.  She knew how Alice must have felt in her rabbit hole.  In her mind, it did not matter when anything occurred, because her memories... Continue Reading →

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