Tagged: Nikkita C. Miller

At a Loss I remember breathing rhythmically rising resisting release and then collapse I remember when I could say your name without the pain but there’s a pang now that haunts Like a tongue twister to choke then elope to...

Itching I am well practiced at letting lesser things slip from the tip of my lips. Call it bullheadedness. Call it incapable of forgiveness. But know that when provoked I’ll grasp and grab at words to ensure your reserve is...

  Careful Planning You           will never know the pains of old age. You           will never hold a career and meet your qualifiers for a time to marry. You    ...