I don't know how you do it, and surely it isn't on purpose. But I always feel particularly pretty in the mornings

the text that he never sent

For when the one you care about can't get out of their head

unwatered dahlias

I used to love to write. But when I wrote,

there is no right choice

if i had nothing but him, i don’t think i’d mind so much

prompt: pick an object, a place, and a person, and tie them all back to covid

When I saw him for the first time

just a quick blurb/poem

This is the last time they'll ever see each other, and not by choice.