- Danielle is the type of person to cry over her chipped clear nail polish
- James voice always matched pitch to the rest of annoying whines
- Simone never went to the canteen alone, and she always brought extra money
- Justin, with a smile on his face, always gave his sandwich to Liam when the other boy asked 
- Liam asked Justin for his sandwich because he was hungry for more than food
- Alexander never shared his...

I miss my place in her arms.

How my own trembling branches would wrap around her steady chest - drenched in memories of teddy bears and cold nights. I felt soggy after every hug, like my limbs would fall apart at the slightest touch, like my heart was too heavy, like it would rip through my paper thin ribs if I dared breathe too fast. 

She would feel the shaking of my fingers as they danced along her back, and...

7 things I wish I had written down before you found me;

1) My body no longer feels like its in the present. Always two seconds in the past, lagging, waiting to be left behind between dawn and dusk of a repeated day. Hiding in your sighs as you sleep, my body sits in the dark, indiscernible from the growing shadows. I wait, hoping to be noticed. 
 
2) Your towel is a lighter colour. I hadn’t noticed, but its...

7 things I wish I had written down before you found me;

[1] My body no longer feels like its in the present. Always two seconds in the past, lagging, waiting to be left behind between dawn and dusk of a repeated day. Hiding in your sighs as you sleep, my body waits in the shadows to be noticed. 
 
[2] Your towel is a lighter colour. I hadn’t noticed, but its paler now. I wonder how long its been...

I couldn’t believe my own mother turned me in.

She left me here, in a place of strangers and disgusting vermin - without even a glint of regret. Even when I reached through the bars and pleaded, she relented. Told me, with that bittersweet smile plastered on her face, that it was for my own good. That is was time to grow up.

I guess I understood. On some level, I could tell that she had been getting annoyed with...

John Smith's a seemingly [undisclosed]-year-old detective, living  only to hide, who strolls at daybreak only to cloak himself amidst shadows. Known for being skittish and toneless, he wants nothing more than to down the amber liquid among his charcoal teeth. He pretends to be everyone he's not, when in fact, he feels like something less than indecisive - his biggest fear not loosing himself, but actually finding something between his restless muscles. What he's really needing is a fresh glass of...

John Smith's a seemin'ly [undisclosed]-year-old detective, livin'  only to hide, who strolls at daybreak only to cloak himself amidst shadows. Known for bein' skittish and toneless, he wants nothin' more than to down the amber liquid among his charcoal teeth. He pretends to be everyone he's not, when in fact, he feels like somethin' less than indecisive - his biggest fear not loosin' himself, but actually findin' somethin' between his restless muscles. What he's really needin' is a fresh glass of...

My Great Grandmother had her finger bit off by a crocodile. 

(The first time I heard this little tidbit, I hardly believed my mum. They told me she came from the amazon rainforest, and despite my Peruvian background - my westernized brain could hardly believe even this.)

When I imagined her,  I saw tall silhouettes and untamed hair - bronzed skin not afraid to shine and bright, large eyes. My mum would rave about her accent, its strange yet intriguing...

why does the milk,
leave without saying goodbye?
why do the stars,
duck between their cloaks?
why does red,
bleed for its mistress?
and the blue,
weep for its hymn?
why does the tree,
curl around the ants?
why does the tea,
rumple between the layers?
and why does the cement
groan within the blossom?
why does my passenger seat,
duck its head?
why did you leave,
your grip encompassing my waist?
why can I still feel,
your nails between...