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
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
Sunbitten voices echo through empty November air, reheating frozen-over skin until walls melt into softened stone. A fear of … 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.
satin sleeved & velvet hearted, i speak in silk. i leave you a bread crumb trail hoping you’re hungered and … 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
the wind bites at my neck and I dare it to consume me. carve into my nape and chew me … More
From here, you can see my epicardium, coated in bookish quotes and names of playlists that have yet to be … More
‘Hope’ isn’t a dainty or delicate thing— she is blood and grit, her voice of symphonic echoes and screaming doubt … More
she sighed and the air sighed with her a mutual release of exhaustion and lyrical breath. hair fell with the … 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
I am a saltwater soul with blue ridge blood peaking like Pisgah while the Atlantic ocean runs through my veins. … More
Six months from now I am looking back at myself in this moment soft with pride.
This place is freezing, and I don’t know if it’s the lack of your presence or the AC set to … More
it’s my first time back in these waters since you died and the sky has yet to clear. Sanibel skies … More
I sit down and sink in, letting the sun singe my skin while I bury sand deep beneath my nail … More
One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do is look myself in the eyes and admit I deserve … More
My nightmares as a child had no echoes of falling or screams of teeth falling out; they held demons with … More
I’m tired of writing about the cataclysm of last year and how much I’ve grown since then. I’m tired of … More
I have been rinsing myself of everything the year left on me cleansing myself of the scars, the wounds, the … More
You know a version of me. The girl who wears that old Elvis Costello shirt or the first year who … More
I am from Jaysun and Anne Stockdell-Giesler, from an artist and a writer. From learning to never end a sentence … More
I was born a chrysanthemum, blooming in the fall and finding home in cold winters. Wrapped myself in my mother … More
They say I have your words your state of mind and your empathetic demeanor. They say I carry you and … More
I almost wish we’d never met. You stole six months from me, only half of which filled with naive apprehension … More
You were sending me “I love you” as your lips were on her neck.
I shouldn’t be laying on my bedroom floor in my now dried towel at 3 A.M. after my 4th shower … More
I’ve never known a promise that wasn’t broken so don’t promise me this isn’t the end when all that’ll do … More