dreaming between the pages

This is a very high school story, if there ever was one.   I decided to give it a try so as to give myself a break from all the other thin...

I breathe the passing moments in another woman’s dress. In the next two minutes, I am beautiful and beloved. Her music is mine, and the tear...

my skin as any knife can never do. I bleed as no knife could ever make me. Fancy this cut, so shallow; hurts my bones, bleeds my mind. I am ...