As a child I lived like a tortoise, my home hitched up on my back, neatly packed away in an overnight bag. Never belonging, but always moving. Back and forth, back and forth. The reality of a joint-custody divorce. At eighteen, I met a boy who promised me home lived within the two of us.… Continue reading Home.
There are many days where I stare into the future, with a clenched fist. I make silent promises to myself: This will get better. You will get better. You can live through this. I hold these whispers in my palms, and let them slip through my tiny fingers, like ashes released into the wind. I… Continue reading 12.11.18
I used to lie awake in the middle of the night, just to watch you dream. It was mesmerizing, the way that your head would hit the pillow and you’d instantly fall into a deep sleep. You laid in the center of the bed, with your right hand nestled against my left thigh. Touching my… Continue reading You loved me
I remember your hands. The roughness of your fingertips, tinged in illegal cigarettes, and your palms – soft and warm. My own felt small and infantile, eclipsed by yours. At times, I felt eclipsed by you entirely. I thought that we were made for each other, the way that my head hit just beneath your… Continue reading Hands
Sorry for the mess She lives here With her weary eyes With her sweaty palms Her nails chewed down to the nub She doesn’t paint them anymore Not worth it Sorry for the mess She lives here With her disheveled hair With the sweater she’s worn for weeks Her body too fatigued to care The… Continue reading Mess
I step into my skin The skin of a pretender that is Oh I wish that I could explore But here I sit in this box This skin is too tight I pull at it throughout the day All the while That gnawing feeling in my pit A voice yelling from below What if I… Continue reading Adventurer
Take me back to when I was young and sat cross legged atop a hill, enchanted by the city lights down below. Back to a time when everything glowed, before I moved to a cracked place, covered in a layer of dust, and frayed along the edges. Do you remember what it was like to… Continue reading …Take me back