If the world begins to crumble,

I think I’m going crazy, or maybe I’m just lazy?

Tendrils of her hair cling to her cherub face as she

For your convenience then, I'll change my name and forget the story that brought it to rest in my breast like a wind blown leaf finding the niche inside the blood dark hole within the trunk of this old tree where a vital limb had been torn away.

When parental figures disappoint,

Every morning I feel like I could throw up

I work

Laurie Smith. His genderless forename and ubiquitous surname.

To the assassins disguised as school girls

The acrid smoke

She sent her out,

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to live with trauma and then I realize that...