Twisted Palace

No living person is a saint.

No living person is a saint.

This is our countdown. This is our wait. Every day brings us closer together. We either do this together or not at all.

Careful, girl. Your enthusiasm is so contagious I might do cartwheels all the way to my front door.

I retort, then force myself to soften my tone. My mother always said you caught more bees with honey than vinegar.

one foot in the gutter, one hand reaching for the sky.