KittyBee

Written about the main event of a tragic, and truthful chaos brought on by a curious sexuality. Lingering love fails to fade so easily in this world.

She's a complicated being who dominates thoughts and leaves trouble in the trails of her fingertips. She's a muse, a scrape of fairy dust.

A friendship fell faint to romance, but in a sudden spur of untraditional affection, feelings buried deeply by time and culture bloom forth again.

A small, poetic segment on the breezy, rainy world from which I spring in the spring of 1997.

What does it mean to be a simple bird whose wings are made of ink?

I called her Anastasia because it contained five syllables, just like the name my psychologist gave her. I don't want her to leave... I'll get fat.

Have I lured a once pretty bird into the cage of obsession? Have I bewitched her beyond her reasoning by the guidance of my own disease?

I only wish it were enough to be more than just a pleasant thought.

In a memory of her childhood camera phone, Sage begins to describe the core differences between herself and her family members.