...Updates.

Bitter rind, blind me. I want to crack him open Tear back the peel And sink my fingers into sinew Tongue-deep in mind Tasting him burst...

Her heart is breaking for him, for wanting to be with him, and she doesn't really understand why but knows it is the most devastating...

She came in suddenly, anxiety screaming violently, pulling her hair out wildly, mind melting, guts on the floor.

Smalltown Nothing is a tenderly nostalgic, slow-burning story about memory, identity, and the people who never truly leave us.

Burnout, or depression fatigue, is a giant bitch... but I am bitchier. Unfortunately, easier said than done, right? To be bitchier than the psychological chemical imbalance. Sure.

I've been working hard on this website, another website, and a bunch of writing for over a months now, and it feels like the hard work is finally paying off because we're live, baby!