The Orgasm of Blue

Author Miss Parisia B. “But I shame you more than I appreciate you and that’s not love.” Along the way, we started to enjoy this disharmonious bliss. So scared to be alone, and genuinely unaware of the dying warmth beneath our palms. I thought I would live to love you, but now every mouthful isContinue reading “The Orgasm of Blue”

Potted Flower

A year ago today, I was running away to Spain in search of an opportunity to find myself, exist in an undiscoverable manner, and reinvent my ability to choose myself over other people. I discovered myself and planted it into a new version of her. Since a year ago, I have backslid into someone completelyContinue reading “Potted Flower”