The War Hero
I look back upon my life and question it’s purpose. I spend my nights haunted by visions of death and the losing of all worldly innocence at the singular pull…
After
Finishing the glass, the sharp liquid scorched its way down her throat. It had been a long time since she’d had a drink, and the room spun in response as…
(S)he
Hands above the head Hands out front Out to the sides “He’s so stupid...” I mused. If Chelsea heard me, she didn’t show it. Her eyes remained glued to…
Clean
With a drenched loofah cupped in her left hand, Bella scrubbed pink lines all over her body. Nearly scrapping the hair right off her arms with repetitive sways…