I see beauty in a freedom I never experienced growing up, and I am not jealous. My own closet is a place I have come to call home rather than cage, and I am not angry.
Category: Short Fiction
papier-mâché // composite of an identity
The paint is chipping, she thinks, distantly. The paint is chipping and there is only cheap paper underneath, papier-mâché crumbling at the edges.
these were the futures we never had
You believed me–you shouldn’t have. Because time rotted through those pages, object permanence yellowing the edges of my memory, and we never saw each other again.
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Heartbreaker [Four Steps to Carnage]
i. you gotta have fun