Black pools we hid beneath, unseen, but the moon kissed our smiling faces.
Tag: coming of age
Patchworked Holidays
My family was patchworked, wounding sewn into the seams.
Before the Headlights
Ghosts must have called the police on us.
White Knuckles
My first crush, the one with butterflies and innocent fantasies, was for my science and math teacher. His kindness and patience made me feel safe and warm.
Jasmine on the Grave 