What kind of friend was I?
She looked tired. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Removing a stray curl from her face, she finally looked up at me. It took everything in me to not break that eye contact. I felt…guilty. How did I not see it? What kind of friend was I? I looked away. She fidgeted in Continue reading “Underwater”
There were times I wanted to scream at you.
Scream at God, Continue reading “Drown”