Evolving Fiction

Like an iridescent serpent you slither through me. Up my thighs and out my mouth. Through my hair and back down into my stomach. You give...

I carved out a space for me, but being that I can never see myself entirely I carved it wrong. The fit wasn't snug. My shoulders couldn't...

Steadfast, my friend. This heartbreak will end.

Better pluck her, better fuck her, before she figures out, she’s more feral, than flower.

There are simple things I want to say, that I fear won’t be good enough for you on any given day.