Xanadu
 

A walking contradiction. That is all I see when— your very being is around me. A walking embodiment of lies and cruelness weigh heavy...

my bare thighs press hard against the hot, prickly concrete— biting into them tiny, shallow red craters. as the morning breeze fills the...

What happens to a dandelion in a graveyard? Surrounded by rotting flesh and stagnant odors, her roots intertwine with death as she...

As the roots of my blonde-encroached hair grow and expose their untainted jet black hue, my mother and her mother’s and her mother’s...

On this Earth I walk and live, Carrying with me dreams before my time. Those that preceded me aimed to give, So I could continue this...

God how I despise you. You twist my words, perverting my kindness Pursuing your own deluded narrative of my wretchedness Proclaiming...

My mind and body lie still in silence. Yet the multitudes inside me are anything but silent. Blood brushes against the vessel walls,...