05/26/2026
New poem: "Whipping Girl" — a raw, unflinching look at longing, hurt, and the remnants of expectation. Short, sharp lines that cut and linger. Read the full piece: https://wix.to/beLWbB0
Have you ever felt like a second-choice prize? Share your thoughts below.
I love yous are meaninglesswhen I hate you holds more passion.You pick at my soullike a sale on high fashionToo much to love,not enough to cherish;just your second-choice prizewhen forever has perished.I’ll never be her, as sexual and obedient,or her- perfect and clean.Just your dirty little cutti...