I have this desire to brush my fingers along...
prose poetry
The silence is deafening, torturous, and uncoincidental. I can...
I hover over this keyboard as tears begin to...
I stare at this blank white page as if...
I’m restless. I’m breathing. I’m crying. I’m restless. I’m...
My skin does not determine my story a story...
It’s a cruel scene, a tragedy to feel such...
What are you willing to do? I am a...
People underestimate my intelligence. Scratch that. People don’t underestimate...
There is this roar inside her body, a ghastly...
I become aware of his naked presence beside me,...
There are times when she would stand in front...
