I mythologize you, and I ache for the same. I made you into dragons, into lilac-eyed elves and sorcerers, into Hades, fauns and even eternal embers. I bleed out onto these pages  and swirl my fingers in the crimson paint,  tracing stars with names that still make my chest ache, even now.  I’m the writer…

I am a faerie woman with sunflowers on her brow, made with patient fingers so that I might have the crown I deserve, though I ask not for worship, only…no. I mustn’t say. Aphrodite running her hands through her hair, laughter like sparks and fireflies in the air. When she twirls beside me, I feel…

Love: You Were Just A Boy I woke up this morning, coming back from a dream, with your name on my tongue, with your face behind my eyelids- magnified smile.  Did any of that really happen?  It feels like a dream, like another life, another girl.  Where did that go? It isn’t about you, It’s…