There is a flashing black line at the top of my that screen that mocks me with it’s knowing-what-to-do-next thu-thudding blink. My hands...

Written: February 18, 2021 *** He is a joyful release of air with a left side smirk. He is hazel eyes that turn dark when in the sun and...

Published: December 7, 2020 Dear Eating Disorder, I wish I could call you an enemy, but to me, you're still a friend, and a very close...