“Come on she’s not the bright,” the mean one said. She’s always putting me down, sneering in my mind, thinking she’s better than me. And maybe she is, since it’s hard to take back control once she has it.

“She’s smart enough to know you’re talking about her,” the nice one said. She’s always advocating for me. Her love language is words of affirmation, building me up and telling me I’m the best. S...

Snow softly piles on the grounds around me,

I clutch the unborn child within me.

I can’t turn back, no, they’ll come for me.

I can’t keep forward, no, my knees betray me.

There’s a hollow in the tree, if I can just make it ‘cross the border.

The hollow set me free.

The hollow kept me warm, as the snow continued to cover my tracks.

“Woah, there,” I heard.

“Steady it goes, there,” the same voice...

The sun was beating down on the neighborhood kids. One by one, they jumped in the pool, escaping its harsh rays—ignorant to the wind picking up around them. They noticed, they just cared more for their makeshift diving board and trying to create whirlpools. No threat of a storm could mellow this fun.

That is, until a baby sister ran outside buck-naked. She began crying about swirling leaves, the ...

Every day seems the same

With tomorrow’s promise

Of another never told.

The secret of another day

Tomorrow’s sun will rise

Each today grows old.

Every day seems the same

But there’s one tomorrow

I can’t wait for.

That tomorrow might seem far away

But with every passing day

That tomorrow will soon be today....

What would I do

If I woke up one day to you gone?

Go mad?

Cry?

Pull my hair out one by one

And lie?

Saying I’m fine…

But you are gone.

How can I be fine,

When I used to call you mine?

Our world was just us

And now it’s just me

And I miss you.

I can’t help that I do.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

You tell me to stop apologizing,

I can’t.

You’re not here

Like you used to be.

Here to warm my feet…

Her...

“I can’t believe Tina asked me to throw something together with only a days notice!”

“Calm down Penelope. Everything looks magnificent.” Trixie’s pixie wings flutter as she points out the handmade lanterns hanging from tree limbs off vines. “Like how did you have time to make all of these?”

I wave her off. “Oh you know the sprites are good with light and are always willing to make anything a com...