I love you so much, I would climb through the dark for you past the river styx and shadows and the fates, with their sharp smiles and the echoes of my...Read more

wake up running. it does not matter where so long as it is away, keep your hands busy as they've learned to be. every box checked is only another beg...Read more

when I say love I open my hands instead of my mouth. love is something I offer you like a lit match or a seed pressed into your palm for the garden b...Read more

I did not choose this shape, but it is mine. the river moves slowly, softening what it loves until it is smooth. have patience. it will take years of...Read more

I am not meant to be consumed in sips. Swallow me whole.

when my eyes blinked open, I saw the rain had given way to cotton candy clouds and golden sun spilled inside to decorate my floors. I walked to the ri...Read more

to heal a wound you have to stop touching it which is easier said than done when the wound is the only proof something even happened to you at all. so...Read more

one of these things is not like the others and i am afraid that it's me doing my work with borrowed hands wondering if my name is on the wrong list un...Read more

you ask me if I am the type of girl who cries on her birthday and all I can think is that I am 23 and I am 21 and stopped talking to my best friend a...Read more

it's july again and the city opens like a wound heat like a fever, the clock like an ache not enough, then too much all at once. still, I find small t...Read more

Observe. I have never been a logical person. I feel before I think picking at old wounds, pulling at loose threads. But I am always watching myself do...Read more

my childhood home has a swingset, a hammer and a yellow slide we attached with patience and stubborn love. I held the nails while my dad worked and fo...Read more

the petals curl and brown at the edges, then rot all the way through. I can't help but tend to this graveyard of flowers. you can know something is de...Read more

it's about time i build myself a container of rest

I am crying on my kitchen floor because the batter of a cake I would have given you has separated. I know it is just butter and sugar and eggs but tha...Read more

childhood friends to lovers boy next door "I didn't know where else to go" give me a slow burn where he falls first give me the one who stays the one...Read more

I still have everything you gave me tucked into boxes in the dark of my closet. I keep your sweatshirt in my drawer though I never wear it. I have yet...Read more

we used to say there was a ghost who lived in the old rehearsal room at the end of the basement hall I sometimes wonder if she ever grew tired of the...Read more

grief follows me like a dog not mine, not chosen yet I cannot seem to escape it. it has been with me longer than most heavy, quiet, and warm the way a...Read more

don't be fooled by the clear skies, the rain is coming. I know it's a lot to ask, but I'd like some company to weather my storm.