There were sharks in our mouths
This is what November tasted of;
Blood and not knowing you were an
Pulling out stitches, maybe if I
You told me you were leaving and

Be crumbled, they said. It’s okay
[my father had copper hands and I
These people they’ll look for you,
The water flows in front of me lik
My fathers words sit in me like th

No one ever told me, this is a tra
I was shedding my skin as the tree
My hands were painted red and the
My own voice became unrecognizable
I’ve tried to crawl out of my skin

Thirteen years
I’ve lived with you in my body,
thirteen years
you’ve grown inside my bones like
and made a garden of stars inside

Blue skin tapered to the backs of
The winds fingers wrapped around t
I heard the wildflowers beneath yo
I dreamt of your skin like freckle
my voice cracked like sparklers on

She lived inside a wooden house, m

There’s stars In my chest and the

The universe has curled up inside
I whispered to her that I have sw
Yet I don’t even know their names
I wear the moon around my neck, an
Tonight I’ll lay beneath the sunk

I stood with my back to the mouth
Leaving for you must have been eas
Being loved isn’t always a good th
I forgive you, for what it’s worth
I forgive your silent tongue, your

Swollen skies and stomachs stitche

He held his knuckles against his s
My mother told me ever since he le
there has been a hurricane inside
She asked me why I thought love f
My mother drove me to the train st

There was something heavy about th
Or maybe it was the way it didn’t
I wear October on my forearms lik
That I can not take off until it
I have finished the words that tri

You’ve taught me not to love with
your heart will always be worn on
I didn’t love with my palms open,
the songs in my veins playing out
I used to wear the planets like br

I hope one day you can understand
I’ve stopped laughing. At least i
You asked me why I never showed u
Family reunions aren’t the same.
Your absence sitting on everyone’s

Your body was like a lunar eclipse
But until then, the sky remains un
And until then, I’ll miss you alo

It was a clean break of the neck,
I know time like the life lines on
I know time because I’ve counted,
I know time, like the lump that sl
I know time, like the minutes that

You were all thunderstorms and oce
You were all wildflowers, grown fr
and dream.
I remember the color of your skin
I remember the sting of your hands

Autumn,
It’s the color of your breath,
when I ripped open my skin
showing you all the planets that s
the air between us a frozen crimso

Sometimes I wish I could stop the
sometimes I wish you could underst
I already know.
Your words molasses-thick stuck un
the pads of my knuckles peeled bac

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My breath is a living travesty, of

In between
my fingers grows
a field of paper
dandelions,
their petals all

I fell in love with the sound of t
It reminded me of the firecracker
when you told me,
you could no longer be home to me.
I touched the backs of my hands,

They asked me why my hands smelled
I took the wind and clenched it be
It’s a funny thing, irony.
They asked me why I keep myself s
Maybe I’m too hungry. Too curious

We carry in our bones the vanilla
We carry in our veins the knowledg
We carry through every life, the m
but it’s not untill that life is o
I’m a dreamer first and a writer s

My soul is painted sapphire,
as I run through the fields of sun
your shadow running beside me.
My soul is painted sapphire,
maybe because,

It’s raining and my thoughts are s

Darling your flesh is painted crim

When June falls down around your
Wash the abandonment from your hai
Grab fistfuls of language you can
Wrap your tongue around any boy’s
It doesn’t matter if his mouth tas

I sat on the edge of London, peop

These walls feel so heavy around m
The wind wrapped her hands around
Goodbye has leaked from my tongue
My mouth, is a hurricane,
I am trying to keep calm.

This past October I have found th
This past October I have found th
I still have ashes on my spine whe
the last night you ever burned me.
This past October I have learned

Last night I closed my eyes and d

Sitting on the palms of my wrinkle
Swimming in the cracks between my
Spinning, below the sinking sky in
There you are.
The lines on my palms hold years

Somewhere between your chapped lip
I’ve grown tired of your crooked g

A delicate girl made of glass, lay