you think I’m on my knees but I am not on my knees every step is preparation muscles slowly locking into place beneath bruised skin
silverware clinks and this is the language of our conversation. you are angrier today, fork drawing scars across your plate. i am breathing quietly.
When I was a child, I used to lie through my teeth; Make up all these fanciful stories About who I was, Where I’d been,
Today’s To Do List: 1. Breathe in 2. Breathe out 3. Repeat Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for your future. Sometimes it feels like that’s all life is; one big sacrifice.
I’d like to slip you underneath my skin, to hold you in the place I need you most— and keep my burning bones from caving in.
I want to stay awake, I’m happy to have woken up. (I want to go to sleep, I never want to wake up.) Each breath comes easily, my lungs are unclouded. (Each breath is a battle, my lungs are flooding.)
withering trees scream my name. voices laugh at me with their warm, fresh mouths. i’m shaking my hands because i have to. shaking my hands because i need to. shaking my hands because they tell me to.
Never forget. It is a slogan that trends but few times each year, and we all swear to never let victims of tragedy go forgotten. We saw it with 9/11, we saw it with Paris, we saw it with the Holocaust, with Gaza, we saw it. But in all of the wars that you have...
My life happens in poems. I have measured out my most cherished memories in single images scribbled in my diary, and chronicled them in Word documents arranged by year. A habit of mine is to take the time to reflect through poetry whenever anything momentous, strange, interesting, upsetting, wonderful, or life-changing occurs. Many of these...
Slivers of Time in a glass full of Empty— sharp, jagged remnants of earlier daze. Wishing in earnest for noble Nepenthe to douse all the visions and set them ablaze. ((The rulebook has changed. We’re letting it fray.))
Why do you write, pretty girl? Well sit down, let me tell you a tale, I think that’s quite fitting for this.
I remember how we met, what I was watching when you moved in up the street, how reluctant I was to go say hello.