Human Story by Mary Pembleton
The truth is that when you die, you die, forever and ever amen.
The truth is that when you die, you die, forever and ever amen.
The first time she rips the strip off I inhale.
She’ll get devoured in this world if she’s not careful.
Matt responds in the same spellbound way people mention imaginary places of great importance: The Ivory Tower, The Castle in the Sky, Helm’s Deep.
She smirked at the appearance of a double chin, the disappearance of a clavicle, the appearance of a cleavage, the disappearance of a thigh gap.
With her, a memory has lingered, though it’s been so long I can’t be sure it’s real.
The crush is strangely akin to when Rachel liked someone in elementary school.
I want a woman president so badly but to be honest I want more than that.
It’s snowing on Halloween and I’m wearing a bunny costume with snow boots. My younger sister is a floral 70s sheet ghost. Our mother’s marching orders for bunny and ghost […]
We knew better than to wait for help