Chloe Madison Taylor. : Writing

Bed Sores.

Bed Sores.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.


I've got 76 inches and 88 keys, to get me where I wanna be. It's not enough, It's not enough.
iTrip.

iTrip.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.


Sail belly up to the clouds.
Another Captain To Burn Down The Ship.

Another Captain To Burn Down The Ship.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.


Cause a disasters a disaster no matter what Christian language you drag it through.
Sedan.

Sedan.

A Story by Chloe Madison Taylor.


And with their shovels in hand, they will give warning; You will never be the same. Your frozen feet will take you back inside the church, where y..
Five Score and Seven Bucks Ago.

Five Score and Seven Bucks Ago.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.


Because if seeing is believing, then believe that we have lost our eyes.
Black Pens and The Sunday After.

Black Pens and The Sunday After.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.


and I know everything is all about your perfect image.
Ctrl, Alt, Delete.

Ctrl, Alt, Delete.

A Story by Chloe Madison Taylor.


It's not my own death I'm scared of. It's other peoples deaths I have to live with.
Fault.

Fault.

A Story by Chloe Madison Taylor.


Once when I was six and almost seven, and the need and want for a birthday party had arrived, I was told that I was entirely too young to understand a..
Bruised.

Bruised.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.


I'm selfish as selfish comes, your giving me a run for my money.
Cup Of Sleep.

Cup Of Sleep.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.


I actually hate coffee.