Lie to me

I tell myself so many lies to live the way I do. You wouldn't believe the sheer number. Or maybe you would. This is my confession. A while back— I couldn't even tell you when— I let the demons in, and they've been here ever since. Roaming through rooms, stashed in dark corners, smiling black... Continue Reading →

Like Pain is Kitsch

There's too much sh*t and not enough words. A Christian college was supposed to be good for my language, edifying I suppose. Ah, well. You know what they say about a "well-placed damn." There's dried blood on these typewriter keys. Let's fix that. I've been away awhile. The bleeding never stopped. Only the words did.... Continue Reading →

Dear Younger Me: Pain

Dear younger me, Oh beautiful, I'm so sorry. I could've saved you from so much. So much pain, so much regret, so many painted smiles. You'll write in blood for quite a while. There will be times when you think the bleeding won't ever stop. Know it does; God heals all wounds. Even these. It's... Continue Reading →

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