Sanity, Darling

My anchor is a marriage, my husband tells me. The very thing that keeps me from floating away into a dance of insanity is his hand pulling me down. Yet, so sour he tastes on my tongue, so heavy his heart on mine, his eyes, once made of sweet molasses, now burn, two embers plucked … Continue reading Sanity, Darling

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For David, The Ghost That Lives in my Closet

it's been a while since i've felt this chill, fingers tickling their way up my spine, a whisper in my ear. it's been a while and i've┬ámissed it, this feeling, like feather on skin, or a light kiss on the neck. where have you been? why did you go? i nearly lost my mind without … Continue reading For David, The Ghost That Lives in my Closet