I love the devil— not for his fire, but for the warning he carries.   The darkest minds can hide behind the brightest smiles. Teeth clean. Eyes kind. Hands open like they mean no harm.   I learned that goodness is not always gentle-looking, and evil does not always arrive loud. Sometimes...

She sits at her desk Her headphones in, The world shut out.   She bleeds for others As words fly from  Her mind to her fingertips.   She stares at the screen, At every little comment, The good and the painful.   She forms her emotions Into books and poems To throw away...

There is a war no one else can hear.   It does not sound like bombs or sirens— it sounds like overthinking at 2 a.m., like a heartbeat that won’t slow down, like silence stretching too tight across my ribs.   My mind is a general— cold, strategic, disciplined. It...

Your mouth is a promise half-kept, half-aching. Red like truth spoken too late, soft like a confession I’m afraid to finish.   I don’t touch you yet. That’s where the power lives— in the pause, in the heat gathering behind restraint. Your breath leans toward mine like it already knows how this ends.   There...