Imagine a hole in your skin right above your heart. It's just a hole. It feels just like a paper cut. Sure, it hurts, but the pain is manageable. Now imagine pulling a sheet through that hole. Imagine that sheet being pulled from outside of your body, in. Through that tiny little hole.It steals your breath. It's physically painful because it's mentally jarring. It hurts. God it hurts.And the...

I had a dream you wrote my name in blood and you only crossed the H.It read ’Healher’.The wallpaper was peeling away from the blood, withdrawing from the thick streaks you left as if they were a disease. The flecks of dried paper rolled and cracked, flaking from the wall to become butterflies, their wings tinged in red, and I could hear them whispering the words written on the walls, "Heal...

May 13, 2008I came in from my walk with Seraph today and Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with this big grin on her face, like the sun itself was shining right out of her. I've never seen her so happy before except in pictures, and I couldn't help but get this sinking feeling that I knew exactly who it was about. I could just read it on her face.Gavin.Don't get me wrong. I love my brother, and...

It isn't a matter of love.The theory itself of waiting for love to govern when someone should give away their virginity is overrated. It works well enough for some people, but the truth of the matter is this:you don't need love for your first time to be meaningful.Suffer no illusions that I'm saying you should be shallow enough to give it away freely to just anyone, though that's your choice, I...

You looked just like a human sitting across from me.Your hair was blowing from the turns we were taking, whirling in a frenzy of constant circles, the rusted metal beneath us still flaking bits of paint. We were both nauseous and confused, and as you fought gravity's pull on your head to keep it from snapping back, you looked at me and I looked back, and though I couldn't read the expression in...

All my life I've wanted.I would never consider myself a material sort of person. I don't have to have the things that I want. But I still want them. The longing keeps me attached to the earth and to the world around me, and I feel it swell into my fingertips, forcing them to contract greedily. It's the barest hint of movement at all- a twitch of the fingers, a flex of the wrist- and though I don't...

I am drowning in information, and yet I have none.Suddenly phrases like, "you're going to miss me when I'm gone" - even to a dog- seem like goodbyes.Hair cuts seem ominous, as if a sacrifice ill placed or futile.Smiles through face masks seem both immeasurably incomplete, and destined to be one of the surest signs that change is in the air.Future seems both immeasurably impossible to reach, and...

The morning came blasting over the horizon, bleeding through my dark blue curtains like a bruise. I'd been awake all night again, mulling over the day that had past and the day to come. Several times I made the promise to myself to keep my cool, to grip a little tighter. Mostly I just cried.I don't know why my pride hurts so much when I admit that. But I lied there and fought a battle that didn't...