Popping pills. One after another; been doing so ever since we were children. Open bottle. Take one. Swallow. Drink. Pills haunt us, cure us, poison us. They save… Read on
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My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery store only a couple quarters… Read on
My arms shake and my heart races. Time swoops down from the sky, flaunting its feathers in front of my face It grazes my fingers as it flies. I reach… Read on
I lost myself for a moment in your eyes. And I can’t lie every moment with you has been bliss. But I miss the part of myself that was here… Read on
I said goodbye to my family, I said goodbye to my dog, I said goodbye to the home I once was a part of A house or a home a… Read on
For some time, I was ashamed of my own name. The length, the complexity It was all too much to explain. Many would call it peculiar. “Jesutomiwo, how strange,” they’d… Read on