A head curls into my neck at 3:00 AM. I feel your chest rise slowly while your breath makes my…
Ichor
Apollo hummed your name and I asked how he knew you. He’s an Erotes, dear girl, he says as though…
Cello Suite No. 5 in C Minor
Darkened eyes swell by firelight until they’re glazed with smoke. This hollowed heart echoes and it sounds like Bach, filling…
Sour Breath
Holding the moon over crushed ice, I bite my tongue to avoid your vanities and you wrap yours around my…
Achilles Marble
Three years I’ve been carved of marble, cold and desolate to emotion. I’d forgotten what it was to feel before…
souvenir
heirloom heart and quilted skin, i hand myself to you and ask for safe keeping.
Honeyed
I soaked my skin in honey & sun until I felt as brightened as you see me. Soon saturated, I…
Shadow Projection
I have hidden parts of myself in other people and I hope they find her in these moments, when the…
Erasure
Sitting on a bench at 4:27PM, burnt cheeks and glossy eyes. The thought of you warrants a pained laugh, a…
seven daydreams
i. i tell you and ramble and you cup my cheek with your right hand and grin. we’re outside.…
Treacherous
Frozen orange skies in February snow coat each memory that I have of you. Cold, bitter, fragmentary, and distant.
Come in Waves, Leave in a Drought
When the permanent ephemerality of the words you whispered rang in my ears, believing you felt like safety. It was…
Liberosis in Redamancy
My heart of excess and hollowed bones of flight float in empty spaces, filling in meaning where there is none.…
Magnetic
Frantic & confessing, he chants of goddesses with sky light bodies & rosey coldness. I ask him not to lie…
Siren Song
Fingers trace questions in open air and we create our own mythology. As a siren song sinks into your skin,…
warm things.
new shoes. “I’m proud of you.” time taken to ask. quiet company. sleeptalk. clean sheets after a shower. showers. warm…
Assuaged
And with the morning wakes your eyes unto me, softer and kinder than before I had known. A smile pulls…
Hedda.
Catch a bullet in my teeth and dress it in silk, engraving your name along the seam. Tuck it in…
In Bodies Other Than Our Own
Brick sand skin feels like silk against mine, you hum and whisper in rhythmic rhyme. Softened syllables float on stone,…
Polyglot
I dream in languages you don’t speak, whispering confessions in brave safety. Is this valor or cowardice, a heart…
Implicit
The vibrations ring through your chest and into mine, echoes of come closer and all this time floating in what…
Dreamwalk
In my dreams, you walk me like stairs and consume my thoughts as sit-down meals. Your skin is radiant and…
Sunbitten
Sunbitten voices echo through empty November air, reheating frozen-over skin until walls melt into softened stone. A fear of…
softening
brutal kindness is unfamiliar, my relearned heart reading welcomes as warnings. how do you soften self sabotage? how do…
Breezeway
A swallowed coast in your touch, you tangle yourself into me until I can’t breathe; your assumed thoughts suffocating mine.
tracing
satin sleeved & velvet hearted, i speak in silk. i leave you a bread crumb trail hoping you’re hungered and…
Field Notes, Unnamed.
black coffee and Christmas lights and clean soil after rain. old ink on someone else’s receipts and pencil…
Half Sleep Talking with the Wind
The coffee is bitter like my pride, so I soften it with tired presence. I pretend to be surprised by…
with the dirt in my nails
I. humming city lights soften sounds of cicadas mimicking and muffling rapid hearts. fingers dance and pull the since-dried grass…
Literature, Reflected
I am Hedda Gabler without guns or intentions; a mess of a woman with a searing flame past. Lack of…
Appalachian wind
the wind bites at my neck and I dare it to consume me. carve into my nape and chew me…
Approaching 20: Things I’ve Learned And Things I’m Learning
The heart will protect itself, putting up walls to repel emotion and sincerity. But time will pass and the dam…
Ventricle Map
From here, you can see my epicardium, coated in bookish quotes and names of playlists that have yet to be…
berries
fingers bloodied with fruit flesh, she echoes my name from across the curb. something about “found a really good one…
Hope Isn’t A Dainty Thing
‘Hope’ isn’t a dainty or delicate thing— she is blood and grit, her voice of symphonic echoes and screaming doubt…
Leaving Leaves Leave In Peace
she sighed and the air sighed with her a mutual release of exhaustion and lyrical breath. hair fell with the…
Painting Emotions On You
I like to think you’d be proud of who I’ve become, of my stubborn passion and hyper-fixed ambition. I tell…
On New Names
To begin, thank you. If you’ve been reading this page for 6 years, 6 months, or 6 minutes, thank you.…
Blue Hydrangeas
Rerouted apologies and and misplaced blame suffocate survivors until showers burn like flames.
gibberish
come here, sweet darling dressed in rose and wearing moonlight like candy whisper your bitter everythings and bite my tongue…
Contrasting Conflation
I am a saltwater soul with blue ridge blood peaking like Pisgah while the Atlantic ocean runs through my veins.…
My Future Self Needs My Current Self’s Strength
Six months from now I am looking back at myself in this moment soft with pride.
remembering remembering, or trying to
This place is freezing, and I don’t know if it’s the lack of your presence or the AC set to…
salted ocean, salted skies
it’s my first time back in these waters since you died and the sky has yet to clear. Sanibel skies…
Thalassic Rubatosis
I sit down and sink in, letting the sun singe my skin while I bury sand deep beneath my nail…
Things I’ve Learned In My First Year.
1. Your happiness is not invincible. Though you may feel the brightest, most concentrated bliss you have ever known, something…
Growing, Continued.
One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do is look myself in the eyes and admit I deserve…
Complacency
My nightmares as a child had no echoes of falling or screams of teeth falling out; they held demons with…
Giving and Taking and Balancing and Falling
I’m tired of writing about the cataclysm of last year and how much I’ve grown since then. I’m tired of…
Cleansing
I have been rinsing myself of everything the year left on me cleansing myself of the scars, the wounds, the…
Porcelain Prose 