au réveil
The afternoon sun reaches through the windowpane, light-soaked rays stroking their fingertips over my sleep-warmed skin, caressing me through my quilted cocoon, coaxing me slowly awake.
Category: Processing
bête noire
Limbs twined, my cheek to his chest, I inhale his skin between slowing heartbeats, kittening under his hand stroking my hair and nestling into the strength of his ember-warm embrace.
Criminal
Pittsburgh, 1994. The memory assaults me repeatedly, a soft-focused film reel sharpening in moments of stark relief, punctuated by the
Just Breathe
I’ve been having a hard time writing lately. I have ideas swirling around in my brain, I have conversations logged in my memory, I have a hundred moments – quiet,… Read more »