Winner (Poem)

A ghost can be born of a terrible act. It tucks itself away in a victims head, undetected by the … More

A Cold Touch (Poem)

Tickle cool pleasure across my skin. Please gift me with sighs of shivering sin. Wet all over, thinking only of … More

I love this blog. I love reading other’s blogs. I love having silly or serious chats with strangers and friends. … More

Softly speaking, softly stepping, slowly shriveling inside. Lies to keep them in line, in motion, influenced. Lies none the less. … More

She is a wisp among the fog, kissing his skin as he moves along. Echoed steps that don’t care … More

“When an animal out lives its usefulness, you put it down.” That’s what I was taught since I was five. … More

Can you hear that? It’s like a super nova of sound. An explosion, like ghost peppers on my tongue. There … More

Nelly ignores the dampness soaking into the knees of her jeans while she hides behind a thick bush. Annoyed, she … More