• Miss Ink Stains commented on the post, nest 7 years, 5 months ago

    I’ve a knack for burrowing deep by him where there is this nook, a perfect dip here and bump for a pillow: I am safe. I am warm. The air is cool on my toes which peak out from the small blanket we’re trying to share.

  • Better a lender than a borrower. My mother always told me when I asked her for another cookie as she was packing my lunch into a brown paper bag. I’d carry a bag she’d packed for me every day from kindergarten […]

  • It was red and raw. The usual creases are now caverns and ravines jagged and pulsing from the cold outside.

  • I could not believe what I’d heard. The words still stung and burned the inside of my fleshy ear, my blood boiled, bubbled spelling, stringing out the sentences.

  • Miss Ink Stains commented on the post, desk 7 years, 7 months ago

    It was old and had been sanded down more than once by weathered hands, but with patience that could only be found in the waves that rocked against the shore with a consistency that could only envied on ground.

  • They used to twinkle, like stars do if we could hear them. They ring of memories and promises that I might have forgotten had it not been for the reminders that sang to me from my wrist as I moved through my days.

  • I wish I had realized I wanted to be a catcher earlier. If I had I would’ve always worn my glove, and I mean always, I would look like I had a club hand. A birth defect, one that would shine on the field, catch […]

  • I’ve always had a temper. I know it’s not the best thing, but I can’t help it. I’m emotional–but not the kind of emotional where people have to walk on tip toe as to not upset me. I’m emotional about things that […]