I wanted to crawl into his skin and rest there. To feel his nerves pinch parts of me that had laid dormant for years. I wanted to consume him in the most religious of ways. I once loved someone. And no love story or sonnet had prepared me for the indescribable hunger. Full Story
Carelessly left to think of endless moments, - Of times when raindrops tasted of cream, - Times when tears were for others, - And his smile, so consistent meant salvation. Full Story
I am the angry Black woman - Against my better judgment - I've become raging, quivering, hating ... Full Story
Can I confess something to you? For a moment, let me reveal intimate parts of myself - Shaded, protected, unseen elements. Hidden ... Full Story