4 days deep in January’s throat and I already feel my veins holding brick walls, My breath has become even shallower than the last time I remember the days when my bones still held o...
Be crumbled, they said. It’s okay to admit you don’t have always copper hands, [my father had copper hands and I guess mine were trying to match] These people they’ll look for you, ...
I walk with the stars in my chest, their patterns bleeding into my skin as we sing against the paper sky. The sunset grabbing hold of my wrists, the trees carving words into me as I sle...
Some have said that I am a lion, My mouth holds worlds that can pie… oceans, that feel like home. Some have said that I am a Sunday…
The first time I held a firefly in my palms I thought that his body would explode all over my paper skin; I thought I could hear its heartbeat reverberate against the bones in my fing...
My mouth is a field of strangled w… the next time I opened them to rid… My limbs are made of star seeds, p… And I was out in the night dancin… I sat glowing upon this world I o…
I wripped open my chest only to find you sitting on my lungs, no wonder I haven’t been able to breathe right these past two years. I reached up to the sky and sunk my wrists into saturn...
It’s been a year, and tonight I feel your absence like its burning a hole right through my core, like I just swallowed the blistering sun– but I don’t shine. I’m writing tonight with a ...
It’s been two years since I’ve let your name escape from my bones, I’ve allowed your dirty memory to swallow the only parts of me you left behind, your mouth tasted of blood and dande...
Darling your flesh is painted crimson, a monochromic version of the sky that overhangs our dirty bones. My answer to you, to the last thing you ever said to me, is of course. Of course ...
They asked me why my hands smelled of cigarette smoke when they knew he died of lung cancer just last summer. I told them irony was a funny thing. I took the wind and clenched it betw...
Your body was like a lunar eclipse, slowly dancing across me, sheltering my shadowy sky. Your hands like ink, splattering memories everywhere you touch; I know because I see myself in a...
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…
Oh what a beautiful soul you have, your skin doesn’t glisten and your eyes don’t shine. But your soul is bright enough for the both of them. I can feel the ocean beating inside your lun...
Last night I slept with my spine against the wildflowers, my eyes foggy with the rain, the heaviness of the stars pounding into my skull. As I looked around I felt the world inside of ...