We are criminals. We are murderer… We set futures ablaze with the emb… We stuff black smoke down the thro… All while we clutch our own childr… But the battered mother still love…
A ritual turned to a riptide, it pulled you from us. “This is not you, it’s not you” I would whisper, clutching my own hands in something of my own kind of prayer while you tore through...
An empty embrace. A hug between two shells, two empt… “Look at how grown you are, I cannot believe you are already d… This is how we operate.
My legs feel stretched and beaten like exhausted dough. I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my knees, casting blood to the wounds and blisters tickled with salt water on my palms. My sop...
Happy near August– the air felt like autumn today and I thought of you like our knees were still touching in the backseat of the cab. It made me wonder if maybe our story is stored in t...
Turn the lights off My fingertips graze your spine, lo… I’m trying not to read the scoldin… Deter my hands from feeling out th… Silence the whimpers of the white-…
There’s a dead bird on the side of… Like the bodies at the lake floors… Except this one had the insolence… The poor, stupid thing must’ve flo… I thought
To have been in love is to be impr… Every piece of art I have made fo… It is as if even my paintbrushes t… Are constructed from your hair The fact that atheism itself presc…
Love does not knock sweetly at the… Not like a new neighbor with warm… It reaches its tentacles through t… Seeps through the cracks in the wa… Smears its residue on the window f…
You can spend your whole life desp… Waiting for the stars to fall to y… Praying for them to powder your ch… Until finally, that boy that sculp… And you will feel whole.
I keep having this beautiful dream where you hurt me because you know me It’s on a planet where we can finally live with ourselves, the both of us It sways me to sleep at night, like th...
Feathers and delicate bones assemb… prescribed to them like shadows It’s just the way things are, we still walk to work. Sometimes, on our better days, we’…
Roadkill, Deformed fruit, The ticks I pry off of the dog an… Icarus, The stuffed elephant I still slee…
You met a high school girl today. She was sat on the beach, wasn’t s… Her painted toes digging into the… Her hair told stories the way old… It whipped wildly against her spin…
