just return to me now.
A capsule sized tale about a woman whose life was in shambles
A capsule sized tale about how something beautiful arises when your knees hit the ground
Capsule sized tale about a woman who leaves destruction at her wake
A New Years poem, but for whom?
Dedicated to my sweet A. Schwartz
The feeling of wanting something that’s no good for us. The suicidal tendencies of doing an action, we know can either kills us or hurt us. A slow death, a sweet tasting poison.  
A capsule sized tales about the two faces of a woman, how she can nourish you or drown you
A very short story made up of 4 haikus. It's 57 words and 68 syllables.
I forgot what I wanted to say.
Maybe worth reading anyway!
Why do I write? I need to find purpose or there is a black hole in my freaking soul.
Thought original was boring, so this happened 🌹
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
A capsule sized tale of disappointment and being breezed away
A capsule sized tale about a woman whose life was in shambles
A capsule sized tale about how something beautiful arises when your knees hit the ground
Capsule sized tale about a woman who leaves destruction at her wake
A New Years poem, but for whom?
Dedicated to my sweet A. Schwartz
The feeling of wanting something that’s no good for us. The suicidal tendencies of doing an action, we know can either kills us or hurt us. A slow death, a sweet tasting poison.  
A capsule sized tales about the two faces of a woman, how she can nourish you or drown you
A very short story made up of 4 haikus. It's 57 words and 68 syllables.
I forgot what I wanted to say.
Maybe worth reading anyway!
Why do I write? I need to find purpose or there is a black hole in my freaking soul.
Thought original was boring, so this happened 🌹
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
A capsule sized tale of disappointment and being breezed away