Committing This To Memory
The fear is itself consumed by an urge to climb the center console and curl up in her lap.
Talk About It
Dawn breaks across the horizon and bleeds sunlight through my blinds. My house warms with the rising sun, fills with the smell of freshly brewed tea.
Safe
For a moment, I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of wildflowers on a hot summer day, scattered around the edge of an expansive forest.
Queer
I sit in the corner of my room and listen to the bugs fly by. I wonder how long it’ll take to eat me after I die. To swallow me whole or piece by piece, A lifetime of anguish never to cease. Will they tell their family what they’ve devoured?…