I look down at his small body and close his eyes. I pull his favourite baby blue blanket a little closer to his face, his body still warm. It looks like he is sleeping. I hear my sister stifle a sob behind me.

He gave us everything in this life. Every moment with him a rare gem, all the memories amounting to a treasure I buried deep in my chest. The only thing softening the goodbye was knowing t...

Her soft leather Sambas hit the sidewalk with purpose, her yoga mat swinging in her shoulder bag beside her. She doesn’t look up from her phone - she doesn’t have to, she knows this city like the back of her hand.

Her hair is pulled back in a neat pony and her eyes are hidden behind trendy glasses. She slips in the door of her new favourite coffee shop and heads to the pick-up counter for the or...

“Black, no sugar, no milk, please.” The barista nods as she jots down my order and I fish in my purse for my wallet. _Ugh, where is it? _

My face reddens as it dawns on me that I left it at home, tucked in my fancy clutch I brought on last night’s date - the worst first date in history. What a joke. I should’ve left the damn wallet at home, at least then he would have paid for my dinner.

“I am ...

Footsteps echo into the kitchen, sink water runs, a coffee machine hums.

Siting, leaning, patience fleeting, a tail is wagged in gentle greeting.

Curtains are pushed, in warm light floods, pink gloves soon covered in fluffy soap scuds.

Silence is breeched by a long welcomed beep, into a large mug the hot liquid seeps....

My mother holds me swaddled and small, She looks down at my face coated in blood and all, This is how bleeding leads to beauty;

I take my first steps and I slip and fall, My knee was once bleeding but now I stand tall, This is how bleeding leads to beauty;

I sit with new friends on my first day of school, They share secrets and whisper words that haunt me how cruel, This is how bleeding leads t...

The park bench cradled my frail body as I watched the birds, grief clawing at my chest.

She was blood, she was the sunset sky, she was my eyes after they flooded the plains of my skin. She was my first and only and there will never be another.

Her scarlet words left me pondering my lifeless purpose. To serve or to submit? Why did she have to open the door to this ever flowing pit of hell. Too ...