Happy New Year

I ran as fast as I could
out the front door.
My momentum
caused the door to slam.
My velocity set the door on fire,
and everything behind it
went up in flames.
Burnt ashes never smelled so free.
Choking on black smoke,
I never looked back.

21-Word Story: Tasteless Remarks

Your words taste like
unsweetened, soggy oatmeal
excruciatingly bland, unwanted
always dripping with monotony.
Please, oh please, shut the fcuk up.

All Things Kind

A gentle touch,
tender words,
warm hands that
encapsulate my sometimes weary heart...
I’m obsessed with kindness.
In return:
I give myself freely,
selflessly.