Sand Heart

The princess was fast asleep; the silence kept watch, the stars kissed her goodnight and the moon cuddled close looming gently in the window, cold breath caressing her cheeks, pink in slumber pale fingers closed over blankets, a soft stream of fabric tousled down her calves bundled around her feet, soft like her heart, impressionable, … Continue reading Sand Heart


The idea of giving myself to someone has always scared me. It always meant giving up the parts of me I'd like to stay mine. And yet, with you, somehow I know you wouldn't take those parts as yours, instead you'd be the perfect caretaker; preserving me rather than losing me, curating my misery and … Continue reading Caretaker