This is a collection of poems I wrote, but the first one is very dear to my heart. It is about my mother, who has been suffering through cancer and multiple sclerosis. She has recently passed, and this is to honor her.
Nissa whispered, her mouth moving against his neck, "But that's the point, little one." Her teeth extended, and with ease they broke the skin on his neck. It felt odd at first, as though he was in a pleasant dream. But then, the fangs began to burn. Hotter and hotter they became, and a pain seared through him. He bega...
The title Pirate Queen is one rarely uttered, and only with the utmost reverence. For she is the being of nightmares, the threat whispered by mothers to keep disobedient children in line. She is the maiden, adorned in leather, with long black hair cascading down her petite form and a cutlass on her hip. Few who have s...