golden

A letter I wrote to a much younger version of myself.

There is nothing wrong with my boyfriend, he tried to convince himself, we’re just going to get a tattoo.

I think you look like a king.

And so I ask you again, “Why are these people losing a war they surely need to win?”

I am finally alive.

I see gold in teenage humanity and being alive.

A letter I wrote to a much younger version of myself.

The girl had said,"help me."

I killed the girl.

I'm sitting here in a hospital bed with not a single flower or balloon or cheap stuffed bear in sight.