Slipping so silently it's almost too beautiful for words, smile, she once said, smile so they know you are alright, despite the fire slowly waning in the moonlight. It's a beautiful disgrace, the word, the movement, that lay tattered lines across well-hated skin, we lived in the moments until the moments left us behind. And … Continue reading Mirror

Lies that Blood Taught Me

I'd be fine if my hands stopped shaking, then the words would be as difficult to produce. Simply such, calling a duck a dog doesn't make it less of a duck, just someone's twisted attempt at subterfuge, which means lying, since I don't want to be accused of thinking myself smarter, when if fact it … Continue reading Lies that Blood Taught Me