my fault: a poem
*TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE* It was my fault. Dark red. On my lips. On my nails. On my thighs. It was my fault. Dark red. Sound…
everything happens for a reason
Fuck sake. This was up there with one of the hardest to write. I started it, and erased it, and wrote almost exactly the same…
inner body experience
I don’t know how transcendent an experience you can have at 10:30pm on a Saturday night, tucked up in bed with your head stuck in…
rackers co 