A Shot in the Dark
The green light has frozen over. See that haunted house, how its windows flicker desperately in their attempt at survival, how every...
The green light has frozen over. See that haunted house, how its windows flicker desperately in their attempt at survival, how every...
~ Heart skips like a warped record, trembles over scarred vinyl until "I love you" tastes incomplete: (I) love ...
~ 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...
~ I take a pill each morning-- "to keep the madness away," declared the doctor, her tone clinically nonchalant as she handed to me a...
~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ In memory of him? her? I do not know. ~ In the...
~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm and suicide ⚠ ~ The envelope (delivered just this...
~ But, oh, how I will revel in their piteous expressions of shocked envy when they see my name-- the name of the attention-seeking...
~ VI. I, Ophelia {The Drowning} It was her-- Flower Child. Weeping woman. Crazed Ophelia-- who taught me that the drowning is in the...
~ 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...
~ The night breathes down the back of my neck in tendrils of air that smell of Mexican cigars and something like copper (something like...
~ Once upon a time, I would have called myself a storyteller. But today, I no longer convene–at least, not on a relatively frequent...
~ III. Annabel Lee At thirteen years old, I learn that not all mermaids are like Ariel-- some mermaids are called sirens, femme fatales...
~ II. Mysophobia Sure, now, when I look to the right of my bedroom door, I see the light-switch for what it is-- a light-switch,...
~ I. The Mermaid I am six years old, and obsessed with Ariel from The Little Mermaid, She is, by far, my favourite Disney Princess. I...
~ Please keep in mind that any similarities to Oscar Wilde’s own writing in The Picture of Dorian Gray present within this piece are...
~ The countenance of her throne epitomizes the state of her soul, and this countenance I shall describe only to those who may tolerate...
~ I. The Funeral Take the rosemary they have pressed between my toes and use it to garnish your next glass of wine. As you drink make a...