TEN OF SWORDS
We sat close, sinking into your mattress, pouring over the spread. Plants and frames adorned your wall around a large circular mirror. If I glanced up I could see see us in the dimming light of a summer sunset soaring through your window. It was the first reading you ever gave me...
THREE OF SWORDS
I lay like a five pointed star on the black hardwood floor, trying to think myself out of feeling or into crying. I was dying for catharsis and considering how much I wanted to die. It is terrifying to be an intelligent person and feel as if your mind has been robbed from you...