When I walked into the bathroom she was huddled in the corner, knees to chest, a beautiful mess. Her right hand gripped a stained razor, while crimson pain spilled from her left wrist, palm up, shamefully showing the world what... Continue Reading →
Directionless A Leaf falls In a still lake. Smooth ripples expand To infinity. The leaf spins, Slowly turning, Directionless and Purposeless, Just Existing.
Written in 10th grade as an exercise in vivid imagery, about a middle school race