I think anyone who wanted to be in a relationship with me would have to comprehend that my number one expense is books. Not clothes. Not shoes. Not purses. Books. Lots and lots of books. My boyfriend brings me books shopping for my birthday and that is love, man, that is love.
Okay. Back to writing it is.
Ride in the Night In seeps the night in creeps the darkness Where I triumph in day, it cannot stay, not today In seeps the night In creeps the sorrow Here comes the gloom trumpeting its doom In seeps the night In creeps the pain Whispers spiral in the head cannot be unsaid. -Nikki Albert
"I have nothing to apologize for," I said, watching our friends through the balcony paned glass; pacing, yelling and arguing. My fault of course, but it had to be done. Paul gave me a Look, like I had stirred the pot for fun. Like I liked to create drama. "This was none of our business.… Continue reading Prompt: Apologize
An awareness crawls across my skin and down my spine. I have an intuitive feeling someone's awareness is planted right my way with intent. I straighten up and narrow my eyes. The hairs raise on my back of my neck and a chill sweeps across them. I lift my head and scope the place out… Continue reading Prompt: Staring contest
The Writer The heart of a philosopher Thought thinking itself With the soul of a writer Too many books on the shelf. The body layered with pain, a tormented life. The mind keeps her sane, stays pains knife.