Why do I keep doing this to myself? I only feel whole when I’m used. I can’t do a lot… Read more Did I want to be [REDACTED]?
White. Blinding, piercing white. Am I dead? No, no. Maybe. But I am alone. Which might scare me more than… Read more Solitary
By Cecilia Doss I lay on the ground at your feetNot even quarter-way through my lifeAnd the life is already… Read more Broken