A "WRIGHT"ER'S LIFE

Toward the burning sun, higher than they’d advise is wise, I fly. Caution, they say, not too high, you’ll only ever fall. But I only want...

I'm a wraith, floating through my life. I look in mirrors and can’t believe what I’m seeing. I haunt my own skin. My thoughts are real, I...

It took me years to realize what falling in love looked like I thought it was roses jewelry giggly dates and chocolate Lots of chocolate...

The girl who became a ghost was only twenty-six when her heart ceased to beat. The story of her death was a familiar one. A dark night,...

i'm seeing stars drowning in the ocean and rainbows tangled into nooses and burned out hope i'm seeing wishes floating away and never...

I was four whiskey sours and a shot of Jameson deep when a girl who called herself God slid onto the barstool beside me and decided to...

Sometimes I pray to God like if I don’t I’m going to die. My lungs will cease to breathe, my heart will fail to beat, my skeleton will...

I know you’ll live. Despite the agony of him leaving. Despite the cut of his words. I know those things made you feel like you were...

There’s a spot on the wall of my childhood bedroom. It’s not visible, but every time I passed it I could see you holding my sister there...

"Write about how a person's perspective on an event from their childhood shifted in their adulthood."  Prompt given by Reedsy...

I knew a man who lost his mind over swing sets and drank like he was trying to drown himself. I knew a woman who broke into a smile...

Someone told me once I remind them of winter Beautiful but cold harsh dark Breathing me in froze their lungs My skin made their...

I send my writing to a boy who’s better at playing at being anyone else than he actually is at being himself. I’ve done it for years. I...

“When someone’s heart breaks so does a piece of our world; this creates fissures, valleys, and even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the...

My life has always been half looking down the barrel of the gun and waiting ​for the spark and half staring through the eye of the noose...

I’m choking on my fear and it tastes like every smile you’ve given me It tastes like your name on the tip of my tongue like someone on...

Why do we assume birds are singing? Maybe we’ve taken their agony for beauty. Maybe those lovely notes are cries of pain. All their...

“Wrath” Forgiving isn’t my job I don’t care about peace I want justice I want pain felt by those who cause it I want their spines...