The third part in my series of short shorts about loving but not needing coffee.
A poem about finding a place in the world.
Coffee is only sometimes kryptonite.
Reimagining an older poem of mine.
This is a short short story about a young girl who runs away from her abuser.
This is a story about a woman who encounters what she thinks is a spider.
It's exactly how it sounds.
I'm just going to add a prompt here for all of my lovely readers to complete at will. My own response will be in the comments section below once I finish, and I would love for you to either add on to it or to write a new one.