The smell lingers in my memory And I wonder if you knew you didn't have to tell me "Derelict." "Alcohol." But you chose those words. The smell of alcohol. Stale, a part of your fibers now, a part of your... Continue Reading →
Seattle Scared. Middle of the street lights reflect on wide, dark windows into her desperate present. It is very hot, and as she takes it into her two small hands, she is so careful to get it to her face--inhales.... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 