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

On the other side of the sky lives
On the other side of your soul liv
I can’t remember, the last time I
I ripped open my hands spilling ga
the linoleum of my skin spread bar

I sat on the edge of the earth,
its soul caressing my shadow
Fighting for air to stay inside my
And I whispered to the ocean,
That I hope you will Remember me

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

I sit before the ocean, the sun si
to stop pulling.
Memories of your mouth press into
I, am a field of wildflowers.
Theres a shipwreck beneath my ribc

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

Swollen skies and stomachs stitche

It is now the 5th of October, the
As I fumbled around inside this e

Something has been stolen from thi

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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

To the one who calls himself home:
You let me live in you like a clou
When you left I named you worthle
Cup your hands at the base of my t
You told me you loved me like the

Your body was my home, my bones we
Burning beneath my tongue,
Sleeping, in the gaps between my t
Your body was my home, your mouth
There were worlds sleeping in ever

I’m laying with my back to the oce

I’m laying here tonight with the f

I woke in the middle of the night,

It’s raining and my thoughts are s

White noise, bleeding through the
I am not ready,
I am not ready to let you go.
Still she pulled, she pulled you a
The ocean moving under my body

I can hear everything gone–
Your footprints stamped into my mo
I’ve held this month in the pit of
I am sorry, I am not silver.
I am sorry, this is not what you w

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

She lived with her bare feet burie

I said I couldn’t hold your words
The night was full of skinned knuc
meandering voices and the sound of
full of shallow breaths, of “I don
This town used to hold kings and q

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

One:
Never spit the fire you feel growi
Two: remember,
You named her Luna, because she w
because she lit

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

Sleeping, aching, tugging the skin

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

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,

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

To be a writer means to trade in t

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

Your eighteenth year,
is your scariest year.
It’s the year of change,
It’s the year of goodbyes,
It’s the year that you shed your c

They asked me to become something

Tonight I will write poetry benea

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

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