Watercolored Corn on My Shoulder
Steam fills my lungs as I powder punch the words over and again into my head. I want to say something poetic, but not intrusive. Something honest, but not…
Steam fills my lungs as I powder punch the words over and again into my head. I want to say something poetic, but not intrusive. Something honest, but not…
Expressing to the other who they cannot bone, fuck, lick or kiss... Feels a little silly-- intrusive through the veils of what we’ve done before. Now we are…
The little round indicator on the pregnancy test had a plus-mark in it. Marybeth slowly stepped backward in shock until her back met the wall, then slowly slid…