Escape.

feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…

Staying Busy at the DBZ!

I had a very busy week at The Daily Buzz, producing a substantial amount of content for their Thanksgiving and Black Friday shows. Watching the hosts perform my skits and read my articles is such a humbling/ rewarding experience; I can’t imagine my life without it now. While the videos aren’t up yet, you can…

“The Liar” – a poem for Jamie Croom.

You were a tailor, wearing suits of crafted tales, woven lies, snug and warm, of the finest filigree, no less. You were a magician, pulling stories from your breast, blooming blossoms of perfumed petals, to hide the rabbit in your hat. You were a performer, contorting and reshaping before my eyes, a languid, flexible figure,…

Real Happiness

I feel like I’ve undergone a massive transformation. The last few years have been a period of constant evolution, going from a young adult to a grown woman in a rapid span of time. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve hurt people. I’ve hurt myself. It’s been a learning experience for me, and for…