I want it to be December. I'm getting a tattoo. But if you knew me, then you already knew that because I don't have a quiet mouth. Anywhosel.
Bring on the snow.


Better ThanI found a path in the woods,Better Than
so I took it.
It lead me far from home,
so I followed it.
I wasn't hesitant,
I was fierce and determined.
I was myself.
I was alone.
It felt better than sex.


No Name"Untitled" Ok. Tell me something else. Anything else. All I want to hear is your voice. Whisper in my ear. Tell me you love me. Tell me how you can't wait to see me again. You know how much I love it when you blow softly into my ear. You know how much I like to feel yourNo Name
arms around me, hugging me close. You make me feel safe, wanted, special. You know how much I love the feel of your body next to mine. So don't move, except to scoot closer. To move your body 'til it's surrounding me. 'Til I'm not my own person


untitledThe paint has splattered the walls,untitled
making random patterns.
It drips down,
reaching for the floorboards beneath the carpet.
Covering the rugs
are shards of glass,
fragments of wood and furniture,
small clumps of hair,
blood stains and saliva.
On the tile in the kitchen there is no dripping paint.
Instead there is blood,
more spittle,
puddles of water.
And in the water
there are glass slivers
from a mug that was smashed over the countertops.
The woman is in the kitchen,
on the tile among the wreckage.
She si
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DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY!
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DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY!
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