My Other Half

He first kisses me when I am five years old. It’s almost like he fills every space inside of me. Unaware of the nature of these things, I carry him through my younger years and into adolescence. We both rebel at sixteen and move in together. I suppose it was inevitable, being together as long…

Growth

Blame. In youth, the anger would burn bright. The world would resist me, and to last the day i would strain and push, only to contort as the recoil boxes me in, tighter at dusk than it was that dawn. Handed down clothes, Oversized Blazers, Belts and Buckles, Stories to escape, Blame. In adolescence, Others…