The Normalcy Of Veins
Many years ago, a trauma of flesh fell upon the lineage. Never once did it get cleaned. Never once did someone wash it. A wrap tied the wound, but it festered beneath that molding cloth.
Blood Draws
I’ve never enjoyed blood draws. The idea of something piercing through your skin and stabbing into a vein supposedly protected makes my head spin and my stomach drop. It’s hard for me to lay still when I know what’s coming. The jab, the bite, the horrible, sinking feeling as my…
Friends Forever
Friends Forever I sat curled up on her felt chair, looking over the stories we were given to critique from our Creative Writing II class. Her front door was open, letting in the warm Colorado breeze that smelled of the coming hot summer, and she sat on the couch…
What It’s Like To Be A Daughter [snippet]
A small snippet of the piece I’m currently working on for my non-fiction class. Please be advised: this scene is sorta graphic. I used to read books about a young woman in the old pioneer days, who had her own ship and sailed around, discovering things and narrowly avoiding being…