Whitney

Teeth,
Claws,
Nails.
Sharpened to a point.Ripping,
Shredding,
Destroying.
Leaving not a scrapOf Comfort,
Joy,
Connection 
In relationships. Fear the gossip,
Fear the drama,
Fear each other.

Drink this every day before going to school. This concoction garentees school day survival with very few (if any) emotional explosions, delemas or screaming. 

- 3 cups of fake smiles
- 1 ½ cups of liquid brain fog

Dear Santa,

She had become
so small,
her body slid through the eye.

Escaping from a world
that only sees,
but never knows.
A world of surface reflections
never questions.

They beat her down
so for know,
she finds herself

The pitch black blanket of night,
swaddles me with comfortable bliss.
As night owls stalk their prey in silent solitude,
I lay atop a bed--
Sleep weighing hea

The awkwardness coats us like a blanket. Uncomfortably warm, we are too close for comfort. 
Too close to each other and too close to ourselves. Rustling papers accent the silence. I