I don't want to change anything, don't get me wrong. The more time passes, the more I see how it couldn't have worked. The more I see how much I would've suffered for you. Because I loved you and I love you and I would take so much pain for you just beca…

I've got a monster in my chest

A sad one

Like the evil Eeyore that hides underneath your comforter at night when the room is too hot and your skin is too cold and everything is too much and not enough and you're certain that you're dying inside of your sk…

Nothing happened.

She called out for help. For a voice. For a friend. For a sign. Something to tell her not to die. She screamed and begged and pleaded and bargained.

The breeze brought her a letter, floated down to her feet as echoing angry f…

The creature cautiously waited. The embers sizzled warmly. The creature sat upon the rock it had been using as a pillow and it almost felt like there was a hum inside. A beating held deep under layers of long-cooled magma.

Did it dare light itself again?…

There was a few times when the lights would flare up again, the embers would be stirred by a passing breeze. But nothing lasted. And the creature began to accept its cruel fate and give up hope. It grew dim and thin and it laid down on the floor to die wi…

It was brave. It tried to survive. It sang and shouted as though to keep the silence from invading. It frantically searched for a way to stay alive.

But then one February morning, it was chained to a corner and ordered to not utter a sound.

It screamed …

And then one day, the door to my rib cage slammed shut with a reverberating clang that made everything inside freeze. The creature's light shifted, like a candle on the brink of being extinguished due to a violent windstorm.

The creature began to starve.…

Time went on and the creature grew stronger and more brazen and it reveled in the delicacies of its new life with sweet nothings being offered as ambrosia and subtle flirtations the drink of choice.

It danced on top of my racing heart, playing the drums…

There's a creature that lives somewhere between my ribs. Small, wild, a lover of the moon. Shaped like a lily and glowing like the warmth of a single lit match.

It was born when we met. A spark amongst tinder.

It stumbled onto its feet like a newborn la…

I miss people I shouldn't

I miss people I can't have back

I miss people I don't want back

I miss people who no longer exist...

Their bodies walk around with strangers inside

And I wonder if anyone misses the old me's that died

Aug. 10 2016

I put my pieces back differently after we left each other shattered.

So when I see you again my heart races but not in the same rhythm.

When you speak, I hear your words but your voice is different.

When I try to talk, almost everything…

We built a clubhouse way back where our two properties meet, sheltered in the woods. It was a our own safe house, a place of love, friendship, and laughter.

Soon after it was built, the thrill of a new getaway began to wear off. We'd named it, made signs…

An 'Investment' feels wasted with no return.

All the time and energy

I put into you

And for what?

I see the words 'appreciation'

'friend'

and then

You aren't there.

I see you laughing with others.

Watching shows

Listening to Music

Sharing memories I'm…

The train hissed as it prepared to leave. The whistle blew, signaling the last call for passengers to board.

I looked up into the face of best friend. In that moment I saw every escapade we'd ever had in reverse. I was left with the day we met. He'd lean…

The room was not large, and the softly beeping machines seemed to dominate it in ways that were all wrong. I fought against the drugs, knowing it would be the same old memories again, but it was useless. Just like all the struggles that had gone before.

…

Devynne had broken up with Carl a few weeks back, and had decided to rearrange her furniture. Startled, she stared at the fork. Her surprise quickly turned to rage. She wasn't going to clean up a single more fucking mess that that asshole made!

Devynne g…

Devynne was out of town, and Carl was apartment-sitting for her. Carl plunged Jeffrey teeth-first into some Chinese take-out. Over and over, Jeffrey fetched glistening pieces of glazed chicken until, at last, Carl was full.

Carl set the take-out box down…

Jeffrey was a shiny little fork, part of a full set. For a fork, he was relatively content. His owner, Devynne, used him often for a variety of foods and kept him nice and clean. He even had a boyfriend, a knife, Xavier, with whom he often hooked up for m…

They come for you at night, you know that?

They come and they take you. They bring you to their ship or their lab. They put things inside you. Little machines. Little machines so that they can talk to you. Tell you things. Tell you that they are in contr…

Raf had always been a quick thinker. By my count it was not quite ten seconds before klaxons and warning lights went off.

"Lieutenant?"

I made a show of looking back and forth to waste a few seconds. Raised my handheld and blinked a few commands erroneo…

I don't know me now but I remember what I used to be. I was one of them, a super. Notice that I didn't say hero, though some people certainly thought of me as one. I was the Operator, named after the switchboard connectors of the first half of the twent…

So by now we all know that there’s no logical explanation why honeybees can fly, weight and wings and stuff, it shouldn’t be possible, but bees fly anyway. Perhaps bees are magical creatures, then. And the drop in bees’ quantity is alarming to the wizardi…

The self of past was turbulent, confused

The self of present is less than enthused

The self of future may not give a damn

But always myself wonders who I am

Bay Three was smaller than some of the other bays, but it still evoked a sense of incredible distance. The lack of suited workers moving around made judging scale impossible. Speaking of - there was no way Edwards could have pulled everyone out so quickly…

I kept looking at my cell phone, but it lay silent and black. Let her make the first move. It was always me before, texting, finding the right ice-breaker comment or picture to share. It was a show of love, but it was beginning to feel one-sided. Was I a …