Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

You’re elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there’s a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings.

I’d felt the pop of the needle sliding into my veins, like a fang into flesh. I’d been enveloped in the golden haze where nothing is wrong even when everything is falling apart. A dance...

We screamed this primeval scream built on a base of freedom, raised from beauty of a dying breed, and threw our heads back to laugh or cry, I’m not entirely sure which. But the scream...

And then it changed. I wasn’t letting him anymore. He was taking, pawing, grabbing. I pushed, I cried out, I squirmed, but like I said it’s a shitty game and he didn’t feel like playing...

This city is yawning before me, but I’m not tired.

Angel Band” by Johnny Cash and sat down at the bar,ordered a soda, you wanted a whiskey on the rocks.We saw the coal miner who moved here from West Virginiaknocking back liquor like I drink...

I’m nineteen tree rings and mashed acorns stop up my veins when I can’t clot. Oh god, you beautiful person, I’ll let you lick the salt off of my tattoos as if they were wounds,...

No, this barrier of scar tissue is to keep you out.

We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. It’s a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you. Sometimes, you just can’t help but feel like a...

don’t make too much noise”. October’s dust in my lungs, maybe I don’t want bits of four AM lingering in my subconscious. Smokers breathe in fire, coat their insides in ash. Is that suicide or...

He tilted my chin up and I swear those lips are magic. Witchcraft. Sorcery. Whatever it is in those lips, it’s addictive. Unassailable. I had to have more. More of this feeling of being wanted.

I drank from the crisp mountain stream, tasting filtered sky with a mossy undertone. I’ve never understood how being loved fully could change your entire perspective of the world. I only ever understood the wistfulness...

Wrap him up in floral wallpaper, wishing the envelopes I seal were his lips, leaving hickeys like stamps to show where he’s been.