"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

unspoken stories in only six words. /// 11.11.15 #2 in Short Story ///