~ When I say I wish I was beautiful, I mean I wish I could sculpt myself into the same loveliness borne in the eyes of Marble Goddesses....

~ Sometimes, I imagine I'm some mourning starlet who sings Lana Del Rey at the club every Saturday night. A honeyed halo of stage light...

~ I imagine you throbbing inside of me like a heaving serpent, your venom seductively lethal. {detach} I say your name; scream your name;...

~ By my standards, he is a ten. I'm sure you're laughing right now-- "ooohhhh, she think's he's a ten"-- but that's not what I mean. What...

~ V. Ethereal Maybe being drunk is the closest I will ever get to zero gravity-- to walking on the moon. My fingers curled around the...

~ When I am sad, I find myself desperately sifting through the words of Sylvia Plath. And I guess it’s really quite funny (in an awful...

~ Her desire was painted green. The same colour of her pills and the gemstone she was named after, his eyes or the light at the end of...

~ Once upon a time, I would have called myself a storyteller. But today, I no longer convene–at least, not on a relatively frequent...

~ Please keep in mind that any similarities to Oscar Wilde’s own writing in The Picture of Dorian Gray present within this piece are...

~ A warm, honeyed glow drips from the pearled strings of the chandelier, illuminating the the whispers of champagned tipsiness on our...