Tonight I am interviewing Kay-1, who is new to the Stars community and I dare say, shed some light on her thereabouts most shortly. Kay, tell the readers who you are.      I’m Kay, a storyteller at heart. At...

Sniffing the wildwood flower that blooms in the inkwell of my mind, where once there were woods. Now insanity vines deeper than my tattoo of grief—I carve the veins in Mama's wrists, blue as the bruises left by her...

                        “He knew he had fucked up for not being faithfulBut he caught her at home horny and emotional,            “At first she asked for him to leave her doorwayBefore she knew it they were...

Your hands are a slow, deliberate scriptsnowing cold glass frozen in marroweach syllable, a fucking shardwhere my lips have beencarved into your flesh—up to my toesiesthe cunt has wornInto a hollow, seeping starepulsing for sharp kisses in the airyou...