finishing the dishes, i dry off my hands grabbing my wedding bands off the hook my husband screwed into the wall when i complained i didn’t have a place to put them when i did the dishes. he always cooked while i wrangled the kids to get ready for bed and then we’d switch, him helping them brush their teeth and me cleaning the kitchen. looking down at my hands i center my wedding bands and head th...

When all the colors are

surrounding me in my bed

Life wasn’t meant for sorrow

But why do I feel so black and blue,

Why is it all in my head?

The bright lamp is my ego

The floor my soul

Give me a reason to why

I need my shoes on the other side

The ceiling is leaking once again

With the storm overdue to subside

Give me a reason why

I need to climb mountains

And swim with the sharks

Or to change wh...

**The Letter**

Every Saturday morning, just as the sun was beginning to filter through the thin curtains of her kitchen, Marla would sit down with a cup of coffee, a slice of toast, and her stack of letters. They weren’t the kind of letters that carried declarations of love or the warmth of friendship. These were bills, reminders, and the occasional advertisement, the mundane correspondence of ev...

Matthew POV

I check my bag. Warheads? Check. Little square cute sandwiches that Blair requested? Check. A mouth spray? Whoops, forgot about that one.

Blair POV

"Thanks Debbie!" I call.

"Send me a picture of you and your friend doing homework. Or one of those times lapse videos. I will be here at 2."

"Okay! Bye!" I turn around and practically run into the grassy fields.

"Blair?!"

I sigh and...

“Love, where did you put the laundry basket!? I want to throw in a load before I go to work!”

“I already did it!”

“…what do you mean you already did it?”

“I put the laundry in a while ago. Have a good day at work.”

“Where did the dryer sheets go, babe?”

“Oh I used the last one earlier. I put them on the shopping list”

“Used them for what?”

“The laundry of course, silly”

“You did all the ...

I used to love being awake

But now every morning

My bed clings onto me like a desperate lover

Trying to keep me

Wrap me

Comfort me and

Trap me

In the weighted blanket

Of her soft touch

It didn’t used to be this way

Well, I guess it always kind of has been

But not this bad

As if there is no other world worth existing in

Other than under my covers

Covers that wrap me in the soothing cocktail...

My heart beats like an anchor against my ribs

Darling

Where are you?

I slept inside your silhouette

Tonight,

Crawled against it like a crescent moon.

I think it gave me

A little less empty.

I held your echo to my chest,

Let it restart my heart, even when it meant

Ignoring the gnaw of want within

The cage of my bones.

This was a Nothing,

An Inconsequential bit of routine,

But now it means som...

“Think of the children” she tells her little brother after he refuses to turn off the light. A lie they both knew.

“Think of the children” she tells her mother in line when she won’t buy her a cookie.

“Think of the children” she says ending her work presentation.

“Think of the children” she tells the man she is trying to sell to.

“Think of the children” she preaches to the masses as she de...

I was waling to the damn cending machine to get a package of overpriced gummies. Thats it. All I wanted was some fricking gummies. But no, I can’t even get some damn gummies without getting harassed.—Motherfuckers.

Jackasses. They were nothing but fucking jackasses. Saying how they wanted to gang rape me. Fucking wrestling each other. One saying how he knew I wanted it. Telling his friend to get ...

To turn or not to turn, that is the question. My signal is flashing but my foot is hovering hesitantly over the brake. Going right at this junction will take me the quickest route into town, but the journey is dark and deserted. I’d drive for miles between areas with cellphone reception.

Going straight will take longer but the roads are more well lit. There are more buisnesses and neighborhoods ...