Fingers trace questions in open air and we create our own mythology. As a siren song sinks into your skin, … More
new shoes. “I’m proud of you.” time taken to ask. quiet company. sleeptalk. clean sheets after a shower. showers. warm … More
Catch a bullet in my teeth and dress it in silk, engraving your name along the seam. Tuck it in … More
Brick sand skin feels like silk against mine, you hum and whisper in rhythmic rhyme. Softened syllables float on stone, … More
I dream in languages you don’t speak, whispering confessions in brave safety. Is this valor or cowardice, a heart … More
The vibrations ring through your chest and into mine, echoes of come closer and all this time floating in what … More
In my dreams, you walk me like stairs and consume my thoughts as sit-down meals. Your skin is radiant and … More
brutal kindness is unfamiliar, my relearned heart reading welcomes as warnings. how do you soften self sabotage? how do … More
A swallowed coast in your touch, you tangle yourself into me until I can’t breathe; your assumed thoughts suffocating mine.
The coffee is bitter like my pride, so I soften it with tired presence. I pretend to be surprised by … More
I. humming city lights soften sounds of cicadas mimicking and muffling rapid hearts. fingers dance and pull the since-dried grass … More
I am Hedda Gabler without guns or intentions; a mess of a woman with a searing flame past. Lack of … More
‘Hope’ isn’t a dainty or delicate thing— she is blood and grit, her voice of symphonic echoes and screaming doubt … More
Rerouted apologies and and misplaced blame suffocate survivors until showers burn like flames.
come here, sweet darling dressed in rose and wearing moonlight like candy whisper your bitter everythings and bite my tongue … More