Why Twitter Followers are ScaryI love my Twitter followers. Like a lot. Way more than I should. Many of them have become my dearest friends. They’re my cheerleaders, my shoulders to cry on, my crutches when my legs are wobbly, and my knees suck at being knees. I’ve learned many names, memorized faces, fallen in love with their words.I’m not talking general Twitter as a whole—which, let’s face it, can be an absolute turd fest—but specifically, the Writing... more

Maybe "out of the woods"isn't out of the trials.ㅤNo one speaks of what waits beyond.What could be lurking,starving,oh–so–eager.ㅤMaybe it's shadowswith ragged fingersand begging,hollow,eyesockets.Couldn't you just spare them a look?They're craving a view of the sun.You even have an eye to lend.Two.And a tasty heart.You should help.They ask so nicely.They need them more than you do.ㅤMaybe it's soldierswith weapons readyand conviction... more

He groans. His teeth tug on her earlobe. His hot breath murmurs sweetness and filth. At her stunned silence, he chuckles.He loves her. She listens.But she needs rest.He opens the velvet-lined box.Places the woman's shriveled ear back inside.For safe keeping.

Tight room of locked doors,slowly filling with water.No one comes for me.

How am I homesickfor a place I've never been?Your name's my map home.

One night, I fall up.Plummet into the cosmos.Are all stars this scared?