A collection of fictional prosetry pieces. Started on January 1, 2014.
estuaries: where the tide meets the stream
Plunge your hands into my ribs, start my heart back up with a few measured pumps of your fist. There’s electricity when we touch and I am broken in places only your fingertips can reach. I am drenched embers after a storm. I need a new fire to call me back home.