Out of the Darkness, I was made into His Likeness. I aint talking maize, I mean the maze. So haze, I feared I would faint. Now I'm in his light, T'was Only by the Grace

Aria has always laid low in school with her tight-knit group of friends. When she meets Nash at a party, he's rude, he's blunt, and he's got more baggage than he can carry. Aria immediately dislikes him. But the line between hate and love is very thin, and a continuous game of Never Have I Ever may change everything.

This book and poem are written about domestic violence and is still a work in progress

Oh! This pitiful heart lunges like a dam burst When the desperate eyes catch glimpse of that dame Saccharine desires of unresisting lust That only place the guilty conscience in shame Oh! The mind that yens and pins of her mesmerizing speech When the yearning seems to devour the hope in a feast The lovelorn and ill souls do not know where to seek This comely woman’s stunning giggles in the least Oh! The moaning of the decaying heart when gazing at her eyes Eyes of ebony ink, and fluttering, mild eyelids holding glee The young scholars learn to know, that never prevails lies In those glistening eclipse-like eyes of enchanting deed Oh! What is this, an tempting stupor of intoxicating ecstasy The thoughts rotate and spin like tops upon the ground