But as my thoughts and my wishes d… With his feet dangling from his ch… The ballet halted. If I had died this morning, I wou… One day, he will grow tall, and hi…
The wind’s salty breath rushed between her curls, fashioned them into whips splayed across her face It was two in the morning, she had gotten the message three hours ago. Her chest ache...
Love does not knock sweetly at the… Not like a new neighbor with warm… It reaches its tentacles through t… Seeps through the cracks in the wa… Smears its residue on the window f…
There’s a dead bird on the side of… Like the bodies at the lake floors… Except this one had the insolence… The poor, stupid thing must’ve flo… I thought
I did not want to kiss of course not but I wanted you to know I was st… in the passenger seat next to you I wanted to speak your language
An empty embrace. A hug between two shells, two empt… “Look at how grown you are, I cannot believe you are already d… This is how we operate.
I keep having this beautiful dream where you hurt me because you know me It’s on a planet where we can finally live with ourselves, the both of us It sways me to sleep at night, like th...
Feathers and delicate bones assemb… prescribed to them like shadows It’s just the way things are, we still walk to work. Sometimes, on our better days, we’…
My legs feel stretched and beaten like exhausted dough. I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my knees, casting blood to the wounds and blisters tickled with salt water on my palms. My sop...
A ritual turned to a riptide, it pulled you from us. “This is not you, it’s not you” I would whisper, clutching my own hands in something of my own kind of prayer while you tore through...
You can spend your whole life desp… Waiting for the stars to fall to y… Praying for them to powder your ch… Until finally, that boy that sculp… And you will feel whole.
I know that you are afraid. The first tree to sing this April… It only knows the roar of the cree… Screams, indistinguishable from do… How should a tree know the sound o…
Be the rabbit The muted dust cloud of life, smal… But although slight, the sight of… He sits like the first buttercup o… A lost earring in a shag carpet
Happy near August– the air felt like autumn today and I thought of you like our knees were still touching in the backseat of the cab. It made me wonder if maybe our story is stored in t...
Roadkill, Deformed fruit, The ticks I pry off of the dog an… Icarus, The stuffed elephant I still slee…
