I’m reminded of the time You stole me With words as thick as syrup Drug me to the depths The deepest, darkest cave Planted me in the musty soil Watered me religiously Gently cared for each Glorious, vibrant petal Velvet in your hands Until you stopped Plucking out One by one My precious blossoms A… Continue reading Petals
Emergency Contact It’s funny the way that everything can fall apart all around me, and yet, I am nearly unaffected. When life gives you shit over lemons, you learn to realign your expectations. But then I stare at the form – The line that reads: EMERGENCY CONTACT. I am transported to a place… Continue reading Emergency Contact
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 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