archives, you & me Stale Linens: I Smell like Him Now. When they came out of the dryer and onto his bed, the sweet, stale linen smell permeated the air once again. It’s just how he smelled. Continue Reading
archives, poetry The Shades of Missing You. {excerpt} You loved how I growled because I kept them away from us. Until I crumbled alone. Until I bit. Until you bled. Losing you taught me the fragility of trust. Continue Reading