All the Sinners Bleed

by S.A. Cosby

Sometimes grief is love unexpressed. Other times it’s regret made flesh.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself. It’s thinking of yourself less,’”

“You don’t love me, Titus. You want to. And I want you to so bad, but it ain’t there. I’ve been trying to hold on to you, and that’s like trying to grab smoke.