Sometimes I wish I could stop the… sometimes I wish you could underst… I already know. Your words molasses-thick stuck un… the pads of my knuckles peeled bac…
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…
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…
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...
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...
You and me, beneath a plastic tree. It’s where we sleep and there we dream. With cardboard grass growing between our fingers, we sink deep between the earths teeth, the only place our t...
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…
I was sixteen when I fell to the bottom of the e… It’s soul ripping through my child… swallowing my innocence whole. I was fifteen when I heard the so…
You let me live in you like a cloud wrapped in the blanket of the sky, like a child cloaked in the warmth of its mothers arms. When you left I named you worthless. I named you unloved...
Something has been stolen from this delicate November sky. The world underneath it seems quieter, and the people seem emptier. The last thunderstorm rolled off my tongue the way that wo...
It’s 11:03 and I’m walking barefoot on thin Ice. The sound of my broken heart mixed with the taste of the frozen wind is beginning to suffocate me, but in a good way. It’s 11:19 and I’m...
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 ...
Sometimes I feel like despite the sky sleeping in my mouth, I’ve not yet swallowed enough language to be loud enough, to make you listen. Sometimes I hear the ocean crying beneath my ...
As my body sat still on the wooden bench by the water, my soul floated everywhere, catching bits and pieces of the earth along its fingertips, and storing them in my chest. It floated a...
My soul is painted sapphire, as I run through the fields of sun… your shadow running beside me. My soul is painted sapphire, maybe because,
