This past season, I came to dress. For once I found a character for my skin and eyes. I don’t know how I didn’t think of it before, but No Face I was a mask strapped to the back of my head. My black hair, black dress; people cried out, chuckled in nostalgic delight. Spirited … Continue reading Halloween


Paper Bag

ONE  of them  sat down  next to me, AGAIN. They are forgetful of where my eyes are, I tried to remind them but they forgot my  eyes so couldn’t see my glare. At least stop dropping your pen. Themore you reach across the floor and brushed my legs, the further you get from my regards. … Continue reading Paper Bag