your eyes,

and the way the light reflects in them.

your smile,

and the way it makes your eyes warm.

your touch,

and the smile that accompanies it.

our hugs,

and the perfect way we touch.

this domino effect, the

perfect clashing symmetry

and the beautiful ways we

help each other love.

your words,

and the venom interlacing them.

your hatred,

and the way it shows itself in words.

your love,

and th...

TW: depressive themes, SA, implied domestic abuse, alcohol

I was a corpse beneath the shackles of my blanket, staring dead-eyed at the cracking ceiling. I knew I should fall asleep, soothe the part of my brain aching for its sweet escape. But I didn’t. It used to be a masochistic form of self-punishment - aching for rest, I would force myself to stay up until the early hours. Now, I wasn’t even s...

“Good night, mom.”

Yawning, I looked at my mom. Age had left its mark on her face, in the wrinkles worn from countless smiles and the slight sag of her tired eyes. She looked radiant as she smiled at me.

“Good night,” she answered, “and, sweetheart…”

“Yes?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Don’t forget to lock the door before you fall asleep.” She was still smiling, but slight tension hardened her e...

The sky screamed its grief and sobbed its fury. Rain obscured Anna’s vision in translucent sheets as she crossed the street of the empty city. Everywhere, she could see families sitting out the storm in warm rooms and lonely people watching it from the safety of their homes.

Anna was alone.

Her boots slowly filled with water, which she barely felt amidst the rain. Wet strands of hair clung to he...

Trigger warning: child abuse

My sister was always my favorite person.

She was a beam of light in my life. Lying underneath the covers, she would hug me and tell me stories of a better world. She’d laugh and smile her infectious grin while we hid in the closet. Winking, she’d cover my ears so I wouldn’t hear the horror of my mother’s pain. As the piercing sound of shattering glass filled the apar...

I’m dead.

A few moments ago, i had lived and breathed and felt. I had clutched at my heart and wondered at the sharp pain, and then…

I died.

I stood up, glancing around at what would surely be a golden gate welcoming me into paradise. My entire life, I’ve tried and tried and tried. I bowed before my boss, I listened to my mother, I obeyed my ‘friends’, I slaved away at my office job… and now, f...

tw: suicidal imagery

my mismatched eyes and my ragged clothes

The ugly, gaping

Scar

Their painful gaze and stinging words

Their lovely, dreamy

Eyes

Can the hurt of rejection

Pierce through like a knife?

I feel it deep in my chest

Pulsing, like a heartbeat

And with every pump

My useless, grotesque body

Is filled up with life

Once more

I imagine my death

Whenever I sneeze

And my heart stops

Fo...

I am nothing and everything at once.

To other people’s eyes, I am a shadow, a lingering presence. I am the product of a child’s imagination, made up and forgotten. I am the stare that you feel at the back of your neck, the whisper of wind against your ear.

I am invisible.

I am invisible to everyone except for her.

My appearance changes irregularly - sometimes I am the animal familiar from the ...

Everything seemed…bigger.

She can distinctly remember those oak-paneled walls being as tall as cathedrals, and that door over there higher than a monument. She can remember running around and screaming nonsense on that dark blue carpet, though maybe it was green, or yellow…

So much has changed that it’s overwhelming, a little bit frightening.

Back when she was in kindergarten, this was her favo...

I truly loved my sister.

I loved the whispered conversations we’d have at the crack of dawn. Her confiding her worries in me, me offering warm comfort. Or sometimes, the other way around. I loved the trust built in our relationship, in every single promise we kept and hug we shared.

I loved her gentle smile and wicked sense of humor. I’d laugh at the pranks she pulled at me, every single one crea...