Megan Butler
I write exactly how I talk which is to say very oddly.
Articles by
Megan Butler
For The Ones Who Never Feel Alive Unless It’s 4 O’Clock At Night
I surround everything, yet I have nothing. Am nothing. Spread too thin. Suffocating in liquid smoke.
Let Me Breathe Before I Drown
Words like droplets of water. Sentences like a tsunami.