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.
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
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
Blood is not thicker than liquor, I lament while refusing to celebrate your birthday. This is the mark in the road, the crease in the map, where I trace the red line back to the beginning. When I was small, you were the brightest star in the sky – Illuminating, reflecting down upon everything that… Continue reading Liquor
For years I have worked to uncoil you from my spine – Your crooked little lies resting dormant in it’s fluids, like a bad virus that I cannot expel. You wait there, ready to strike when I am at my weakest – Lingering long past the point of infection. I tried to dig you out… Continue reading Viral
You left me in the rain that night The universe unsympathetic of my broken heart I could have let every tiny drop swallow me whole But I didn’t let them touch me Because I love even the broken bits Even the selfish bits you gave me My love for you is pouring out of me… Continue reading Not Yours
2016 was a trying year for so many of us. From the election results to deaths within my own family, I am definitely happy to have finally said goodbye to a shit-show of a year that seemed to drag on endlessly. However, from shit grows roses. I have to admit, I learned a lot during… Continue reading Things that I learned in 2016