- Dec 2, 2020
eyes blurred shoulders tense back feeling like a thousand bricks. I turn the page... Page? What is a page. I scroll down the screen* on...
- Nov 29, 2020
thoughts, not memories.
how? mere moments together, but you still stain the more I scrub the deeper it seeps into my thoughts a game of tug-of-war as cinderella...
- Jul 21, 2020
Love is a form of socially acceptable insanity. Place them in an institution. White walls enclosing in fast. Time will heal what the...
- Jul 14, 2020
Hold my hand when we fall asleep. Forget the world, the far east. Tell me I’m beautiful, for the first time. Tell me you love me, despite...
- Jul 2, 2020
“Dried Out” When a rose can no longer stand straight on its own, You dangle it; bottoms up, to preserve its beauty. At what cost?
- Oct 10, 2019
I do not dare to share my secrets when she is shining at her fullest for fear that her light will only expose my darkness