elise’s poem

A head curls into my neck at 3:00 AM. I feel your chest rise slowly while your breath makes my … More

Ichor

Apollo hummed your name and I asked how he knew you. He’s an Erotes, dear girl, he says as though … More

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 … More

Sour Breath

Holding the moon over crushed ice, I bite my tongue to avoid your vanities and you wrap yours around my … More

Achilles Marble

Three years I’ve been carved of marble, cold and desolate to emotion. I’d forgotten what it was to feel before … More

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 … More

Shadow Projection

I have hidden parts of myself in other people and I hope they find her in these moments, when the … More

Erasure

Sitting on a bench at 4:27PM, burnt cheeks and glossy eyes. The thought of you warrants a pained laugh, a … More

seven daydreams

i. i tell you and ramble and you cup my cheek with your right hand and grin. we’re outside. … More

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 … More

Liberosis in Redamancy

My heart of excess and hollowed bones of flight float in empty spaces, filling in meaning where there is none. … More

Magnetic

Frantic & confessing, he chants of goddesses with sky light bodies & rosey coldness. I ask him not to lie … More

Siren Song

Fingers trace questions in open air and we create our own mythology. As a siren song sinks into your skin, … More

warm things.

new shoes. “I’m proud of you.” time taken to ask. quiet company. sleeptalk. clean sheets after a shower. showers. warm … More

Hedda.

Catch a bullet in my teeth and dress it in silk, engraving your name along the seam. Tuck it in … More

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, … More

Polyglot

I dream in languages you don’t speak, whispering confessions in brave safety. Is this valor or cowardice, a heart … More

Implicit

The vibrations ring through your chest and into mine, echoes of come closer and all this time floating in what … More

Dreamwalk

In my dreams, you walk me like stairs and consume my thoughts as sit-down meals. Your skin is radiant and … More

softening

brutal kindness is unfamiliar, my relearned heart reading welcomes as warnings. how do you soften self sabotage? how do … More

Breezeway

A swallowed coast in your touch, you tangle yourself into me until I can’t breathe; your assumed thoughts suffocating mine.

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 … More

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 … More

Literature, Reflected

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 Thing

‘Hope’ isn’t a dainty or delicate thing— she is blood and grit, her voice of symphonic echoes and screaming doubt … More

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 … More