scorp

draft of visiting family members

what chagrin, how bittersweet. i wish you were jealous of me.

can you even fall out of love?

she's rich...................

Time could kill, but it could not kill everything.

a nostalgic poem?

a poem about art block

I celebrate my tests instead of my smiles

Stories are remembered more than people. That’s why I remember the saying, but not the person who told it to me.

She could recall the rush of adrenaline, the lifting motion in her stomach, the smile that graced her face after the fact. Power wasn't something easily forgotten.