I keep thinking of drowning and love and how they feel kind of similar. They suspend you, weightless, and everything about it is pain. But really, drowning. Is it the worst way to die? It's suffocation, but more violent. The oxygen isn't there. It isn't being taken away. It's replaced by something we can't live with. It's… Continue reading


Remember the Silence

When my aunt proclaimed that it was such a shame, my cheeks turned red--but maybe it was just the Southern heat. When my mom nodded in agreement, my stomach twisted. Before I could open my mouth, they were onto the next picture. A picture of a house in San Francisco, where my mother had lived in… Continue reading Remember the Silence


My Friend

There’s a whisper at the door. Angels have feasted on my new friend, on her hair, turned it golden, and made it glow. Demons leak through the creaking floorboards and watch us carefully. They bow over and attach themselves to her feet, slowing her rhythm until she cannot remember the last time her heart beat.… Continue reading My Friend



The prince's arms still held their ghostly shape. In her absence, the room was empty. A thousand eyes glared upon him, but the only feeling in the room was one of confusion. One minute, dancing. The girl was a beauty in ice blue. The next, the prince was alone on the floor. No one had… Continue reading Vanished