Me to Myself.

Remembering The Weight of Betrayal

I am still learning the depth of the word "unforgivable".

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Poetry and Creative Writing

Recycled Waste

The grease thickened cooling even as it found purchase between myself and my heated gaze. My reflection seemed as angry as I, but at what, she could not say. My scalp is pouring into the sweet decay of early morning. "Stay," it gurgles, and my thighs stick together to prevent me from leaving I can… Continue reading Recycled Waste