“Before you could walk beside me,  you learned to rest against my heart. In your tiny eyes, I see a love so pure  it quiets every storm inside me. Nathan, you are not just my son  — you are the softest piece of my...

People shouldn’t like me.Not easily.Not casually.Not in that shallow, you’re pleasant to be around way. They shouldn’t like me because I don’t exist to be digestible.I don’t smooth my edges so rooms stay comfortable.I don’t shrink my pain into something...

In hush of sheets, she burns serene— a quiet pyre 'neath storm-kissed skin,   arms arched high, wrists framed soft,  surrendering to flames within.   Breasts rise defiant altars,  nipples crowns of roseate fire,   pebbled tight with whispered want,  aching for the tongue's desire.     Rain of need traces rivulets  down...