growing tired of being … More Stuck an Interrobang.
…because, my friend, the unsaid is out of fashion. … More The Unsaid.
You’d let me go when I moved in
with those butterflies I felt within … More confessions
the reigning silence threatened only by breaths half drawn … More acrostic.
.she unwound her eyelids like phrases that didn’t know of a need to become statements. … More inked.