Unsafe

The danger dances on my tongue. I can feel its liquid steps walking, stomping on my will, carousing with the butterflies in my belly, and I wonder if it’s always felt this way, if the craving always feels unsafe, warm but unknown, sweet but terrifying. Torture waltzes through my blood, and I realize it’s just […]

Frozen

Sometimes I am an ocean, calm, turbulent, unpredictable, and I can’t write, can’t speak, because I want that free, that epic frozen moment you relive each time you close your eyes. Months, years, decades later you can still feel his hands, the way you tremble when his lips finally land on your skin but it’s […]