Xanadu
 

A cold empty desk— home to nothing but a single sheet of paper. The paper —just as empty as the desk. Has nothing upon it but a name....

my womb is hollow, not now, nor ever, had anything of significance called it home. i am far too young, too innocent, to push forth life....

Scrolling through instagram— emitting blue light that illuminates my fixated face. Posts producing unrealistic standards haunt my mind as...

The sweat seeps into my eyes. The safety belts force me to sink into the seat. The wheel feels weighted In reality it’s only two pounds....

Everything, Everywhere Nothing, Nowhere Moments passing by in a flash Our lives are filled to the brim with them Some we barely think...

I'm pretty like my life depends on it— because it kind of does. My pretty little hand does eyeliner over and over. Approximately 12 times...

The magician finished braiding his long, black hair; equipped his black top hat; and grabbed his deck. He opened it and shuffled the...

I stand in an endless stream. A sparkling, beautiful stream. Even though there is so much pollution and muck, I can’t help but call it...

Yesterday I watched three little boys in the park go fishing. No older than six, with scabby knees and missing baby teeth, they were...

I sit down in a lively room. Everyone is joyously talking in their individual groups while I bask in the comfort that is my blue chair....