I had forgotten

I had forgotten that my mind could create billions of new things that my heart kept on pumping regardless of bruises, dents, or dings. That goosebumps rose to keep me…

The Runner

There’s a new softness in my belly. At fourteen, this would frighten me. Thinness and hardness indications of worth an inner *cha-ching* as my body sells the world an idea.…