Finally, he smiled. A small glimpse of silver metal and blue rubber appeared with his yellowy teeth. He liked that. The reaction, that is - that's what he lived for. You shouldn’t have done that.Read More
The mulch is cold, and the sun has disappeared.
The air begins to sharpen with each quick inhale,
cutting up my lungs until
I can’t breathe.
Many nights I lie awake,
Remembering the violence
That ferried me into womanhood