Boxes Undone

In the aftermath of the tippled boxes come undone; ribbons untied, and words scraped from corners of a pale skinned mind, unrefined; do I say I am sorry? When I was just a girl, in dresses printed in sunshine and sewn together with trust, I learned that words mean very little. Unless, they cause an … More Boxes Undone

Rejection

Humidity clung to her skin, warm and sticky. Her clammy hands in her lap, knotted with anxiety. Thin strands of hair stuck to her brow. Like cracks in her face. Fine wounds in an otherwise perfect porcelain complexion. Why are you so afraid? She mouthed quietly to herself, wiping the sweat from her forehead with … More Rejection