I gave her chancesPlenty of chancesChances to act and walk and talk and breatheAnd treat and wound the way sheShould.We had our chance, and we blew it through a paper straw,Watched it blow away like litter in the wind.Shoulders hunched, spine aching,Back breaking with the weight of the world.I am in her arms, her head lies dormant on my chestSimply a breath away from the press of my lipsTo skin...

Caitlyn’s head lays tucked in the curve of my neck. Her hair is soft against my skin and I hear her voice tremble as she speaks. We’re out here, laying in the freshly sprinklered grass. She lays on my jacket, to keep her velvet dress from the dewy grass. I, on the other hand, can already feel the water soaking through my shirt. “Hey, Tristan,” she says, looking at me intensely. Her eyes stare d...

through a long lost message stored in outdated technology i heard your voice the prepubescent squeaksi could tell exactly where we were and what we were doing the dusty air of my mother’s unfinished basement the room with the tiny window speaking nonsensical words of imaginary worldsour branches once intertwined so intricately i couldn’t tell my twigs from yours now reside in different orchards...