Alec is a broken-hearted, starving artist trying to find the inspiration he lost about eight months ago. Cammie stays thin by talking, doesn’t ask permission, and the only things she knows how to feel are silk sheets. Director, take one. Shoot.

The smell of your body like a grip around my wrists.

Inside the small vase, you're digging without sleep for a deeper void to bury in feelings you'll eventually give to her.

My birth smelled of salt and ginger choking themselves underneath my skin.

I want to paint these walls white.

a loss.

trying to process emotion things by writing them

attempting honesty.

they wouldn't have your eyes

prose poem. a friend is going through a hard time.

Rather be a floating brain. Will return reviews.

pillowbook or something. sorry.

they stood among us like statues/ we stood among them like statues/ silent as deathless gods

Can't you see them? Listen. Can't you hear them?

"god, you remind me of coming up for air. sunscreen-slicked and grass stains and the way you say my name." these are portraits of the people in my life, for better or for worse. [SKOW best poetry winner]

Because there's another side to every coin.

It's not about gardening.

she knows the words to all the sad songs

why you are still the last inch of air my lungs cannot hold, or; a study in first loves

everything i saw was drenched in the smell of the ocean.

About secrets. About you. And about hope. (I like to collect hopes in dozens)

how i sparked and short circuited

Two words

everything makes tears, because i bleed.

REMOVED.

there's so much more to being young these days. this is my life, become a part of it if you dare.

you deserve to be free.

please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times for your own safety. this is the business of losing your mind.

i just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked. odd.

and as you threw up barriers, i threw up.

and one more pound couldn't hurt.

I'd like to note before you read, I'm not a psycho...Honest.

It's never too late to change.

Wrists and razor blades.

love, cutting, confusion

Slightly detailed suicide.