He Doesn't See My Breasts Or My

I Inscribe Three Lines, Hush Hush Hush, Into My Skin. Ghosts Trickle Out.

She Offered Herself To The Big, Bad Wolf And Didn't Scream When He Took The First Bite.

There Is Something About Christmas That Requires A Rug Rat. Little Kids Make Christmas Fun. I Wonder If Could Rent One For The Holidays.

I Decapitated Dandelions All Morning, Leaving Carnage And Death Strewn Into My Path.

I Am Learning How To Be Angry And Sad And Lonely And Joyful And Excited And Afraid And Happy.