This Is Us

This Is Us

And from a place I told myself I would not dare enter again, I love him. Though not entirely against my will, it is with hands shaking, fingers scratched and bloodied that I go to him. My heart beats long and heavy, aware of the weight, aware of the pain, the grief...
Before You

Before You

Because there were no stars before you…no lanterns, no candles, no flame. I wandered in a ceaseless black pretending. My chest, my heart, my lungs exposed to harsh, cold air. I was unaware. I was new. Because there were no waves before you…no rivers, no...
A Way

A Way

  He sees more than he says and feels much more than he’d ever confess, but there’s a way to him. There’s a way through the vines and the steel, straight into a soul he claims will never heal. ‘I like the sadness,’ he says. ‘It suits me.’ It suits him until...