If I close my eyes and hold my breath, I can imagine myself back besides you. Within that moment I'm backfloating in your scent, drowning in your touch, and backstroking in your presence. But as soon as I relax and try to take a breath, I'm sucked back into the present... Once again left only … Continue reading Drowning


I can picture you alone somewhere in a southern state, Smoking a chain of cigarettes while a drink surely waits. A loft with wood floors is probably what you now call home, Still lost to the world with a face like stone.