Uprooted on December 12, 2017Mother, I am not like him. Their words are false. To spite you. Believe me. I am not his, But your child alone. If I could slit these wrists open And pull out these veins. I would tear them open. Letting his blood fall to the floor, Pool at my feet. Carefully pulling apart these […]
Error on December 3, 2017Do you want me to be completely honest? I have always been terrified of love. Any kind of love. With the chances of being blissful or miserable, To wonder if I fly or if I fall. God because, It’s so beautiful and so chaotic The idea that it could save me or kill me The […]