It Was Like Looking At A Knot,

This Camp Is A Forge For The Army; It's Testing Our Mettle. Instead Of Heat And Hammer, Our Trials Are Cold And Hunger. Question Is, What Are We Made Of?

I Am The Space Between My Thighs, Daylight Shining Through.

She Offered Herself To The Big, Bad Wolf And Didn't Scream When He Took The First Bite.

You’re Not Dead, But You’re Not Alive, Either. You’re A Wintergirl.

I Wanted To Pull Down A Book, Open It Proper, And Gobble Up Page After Page