I never learn. People say “you’ve got a piece of my heart” to each other, but I can’t love like that. My love is blazing, not warm, not tepid. It’s like I grow an entire organ full of sunshine every time and when the possessor goes, that piece of me will be raining forever. I […]
a chasm blown into my chestin the shape and size of a feline silhouettenot at the end, when she was small, but at her glorious prime an empty stretch from sternum to gutdrafts swish through, sending occasional howls up the esophaguswhooshes that whisper I miss you I watched your silvers turn to goldnot how most […]
quill takes flight 