I stood with my back to the mouth of the open field, my reflection pressed hard against the river’s teeth, my sharp face looking back at me; I am clothed in a skin I never asked to be k...
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…
Sleeping, aching, tugging the skin off my back, breath filled with thorns and hurricane ribcages I am sorry, my arms weren’t strong enough to hold onto you. Two hands, not enough, ten f...
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 ...
You held my hands when I was too… All I knew was that I liked the w… You watched me grow, and you grew… Like I was a night sky you filled… When people asked for my name I f…
My breath is a living travesty, of what really breathes inside me. My veins are made of fraudulence, they are a paradox of the blood that runs rampantly through them. My skin is weak bu...
I took off my skin and I handed i… [you said you only wanted me for w… you wouldn’t take it so I stitched… but It no longer fits the same. I mouthed the word stay across you…
She lived with her bare feet buried in the grass, and her palms outstretched against the willow trees, carving her memories into their trunks, and breathing their story’s into her salt ...
The flower in my soul, Shes beginning to whither away She has spent her life Making my body her home, As her body had been mine.
November wraps her hands around my lungs like a parachute, unwilling to open. The sound of your fingertips against my skin– so close to me, but I can not touch them. The color of your...
Strawberry blonde fingertips Her hair like star-trails A child beneath her skin Bones aching like the shadow of yo… Thunder crackling through the sky
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...
Im laying in my crooked bed wrapped in layers of vintage blankets, autumn has kissed my face and the moon rests upon my closed eyelids. Dreams are settling in to the world that spins in...
For the lion under my skin, who ro… For the heartbeat under my chest t… For the feet I feel walking acros… for the feet I feel tugging at the… I am sorry, I am just not ready t…
It was a clean break of the neck, the weight of his absence sitting on her shoulders. My mother she promised to love you, even if it meant keeping your side of the bed warm while you we...
