Dried Ink

The First Tale

I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him. I would cry… Continue reading The First Tale

Lost Letters

From Scarlet

Dear You,   Take my heart, Wear it like precious Sapphire Let it glimmer like the sea at sunset   Take my heart, Cradle it like shattered glass Let it pierce through your darkest nights   Take my heart, Slather it like an ointment Let my love heal your wounds   Take my heart, Serenade… Continue reading From Scarlet