Of Cocks and Better Men
Hark Hark. Hither dear, my time has come his will is done. I sail away from mortal shores into an ocean never explored. And as with any man, as voyage commence, I look back upon the beach of past life and hope to give myself ease of heart with my past...
Cherry Regret
Cringing, i dropped it into my wastebasket with my crumpled-up shitty poems and tootsie roll wrappers, and then i curled under my blankets. it was too much to think about. i was so afraid of being pregnant, wondering what my parents would think of me.
Hopeless Liberation Chapter 12
_what a shitty poem._ _ _after rising from my chair, i looked out my window again and saw a small string of orange light dimly breaking through the black veil of the horizon.