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

Darkened eyes swell by firelight until they’re glazed with smoke. This hollowed heart echoes and it sounds like Bach, filling … More

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

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

heirloom heart and quilted skin, i hand myself to you and ask for safe keeping.

I soaked my skin in honey & sun until I felt as brightened as you see me. Soon saturated, I … More

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

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

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

Frozen orange skies in February snow coat each memory that I have of you. Cold, bitter, fragmentary, and distant.

When the permanent ephemerality of the words you whispered rang in my ears, believing you felt like safety. It was … More

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

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

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

Brick sand skin feels like silk against mine, you hum and whisper in rhythmic rhyme. Softened syllables float on stone, … 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

black coffee and Christmas lights and clean soil after rain. old ink on someone else’s receipts and pencil … More

I. humming city lights soften sounds of cicadas mimicking and muffling rapid hearts. fingers dance and pull the since-dried grass … More

come here, sweet darling dressed in rose and wearing moonlight like candy whisper your bitter everythings and bite my tongue … More

I want to be writing happy things; words of growth and strength, of liberation and lack of toxicity, all of … More