So many misconceptions of boys with brass knuckles and moonlight teeth, family’s are just illusions, a glass castle floating in the palms of your hands, trying to conceal the bruises he...

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,

I’m laying with my back to the ocean, the sound of its voice beating against my eardrums. The air around me is soft against my fingertips, as the wind is running slowly down my spine, e...

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...

Your name is stuck in my throat, and it burns every time I say it out loud. It’s a match that will never go out, it’s a flame that’s burning down the whole town that is my body. It’s le...

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…

I sat on the edge of London, people caressing the sweet air around me, like the way the rain would catch onto the tips of your eyelashes, and fall slowly to sleep. Your brown eyes penet...

We smiled at each other one afternoon in September. From the moment our eyes met I had learned of every piece of your soul, but yet mine still thirsted to know more. As time pushed on y...

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...

I am not lonely, she marveled to the moon, while hi… I have art, I have endless amounts of art livi… But

The trees were blooming around me… A snake stealing my life for its s… Wrapped tightly around my jugular;… Your silence sounded a little bit… The slam of the door cutting again…

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 was shedding my skin as the trees shed their leaves– I was breaking my bones so that I could still sleep under the same covers, I was aching, I was growing, I was becoming. My hands...

A delicate girl made of glass, lay glimmering and still, in a teardrop shaped room. With the beautiful foliage of her life sprouting from the roots of her fragile ribcage, blooming arou...