• Ivy commented on the post, occupancy 5 years, 7 months ago

    I stood by the mailbox smoking what I’d given up months ago… Any second a man was to come with a thick packet asking me what kind of person I was that I wanted their apartment. Let me tell you, inquirers… I’m the kind of person to want to sit by the fireplace with Matt and cuddle until he has to go to the hospital and I have to go to school. I…[Read more]

  • Ivy commented on the post, belated 5 years, 7 months ago

    I shuffled through the doors of a gymnasium. A *gymnasium*, of all things… I was hoping I’d see her, standing there on the stage laughing her ass off. “I’m not dead, you bunch of fools!” It’s something she’d do. Rat bastard. But there was no one on the stage. Only a box. A box of decaying flesh but no one was in there. Only something that kind…[Read more]

  • Ivy commented on the post, taffy 5 years, 8 months ago

    She clutched her oversized, bear-shaped cotton candy and watched with giant emerald eyes as her big brother wowed the Galveston crowd, twirling and spinning and stretching the colorful sugar just like she’d seen the pizza men a few shops down.

    But that little girl doesn’t have a big brother anymore. She sits in her sonless mother’s house and…[Read more]

  • Ivy commented on the post, wreath 5 years, 10 months ago

    I remember walking up to her door but I couldn’t bring myself to knock. I just stared at her year-round wreath, nondescript with bits of plastic left from wherever they sell these twine circles with a blue ribbon elegantly cascading down past the knocker. I left the minimalistic package, marked with not but a half-hearted “Merry Christmas” on her…[Read more]

  • Ivy commented on the post, event 7 years, 1 month ago

    Never understood what I saw that day. I try not to think about it, never thinking too hard nor trying to explain. Anymore. Misunderstood, I saw the world watching me and my expanding thoughts. A “C personality”, […]

  • Ivy commented on the post, racket 7 years, 4 months ago

    Bloody in my closet, it lay. A brother before, I prayed, not mine. A mother unknowing my crime-did I lay a hand upon my attacker? Did I end the unstoppable torment? But torment or not, a brother before me. I had […]

  • Ivy commented on the post, jelly 7 years, 4 months ago

    Some unruly part of me wants the world to forget jealousy. Why unruly? Well, I don’t see myself as a jealous person, and I feel as though that keeps me on better terms with people.