I am a mausoleum, encased in what hell must feel like. Body tries so hard to love me, and clings to me with both stretch marked ridden arms around my hips, no matter how much I hate her. I can count the scars and know every battle that happened there, every war that came about […]


I, am a swirling collection of empty pieces. Jagged edges, and curved spines, some broken by the very hands that glued them back together, Some loved tenderly by another who kisses me so softly before bed I sometimes fear he is a dream that I haven’t woken up from, yet. I am an empty vessel, […]

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