When love begins, people question- how long, Will it last for infinite lifetimes ahead? When the shadows of love are outlined in the...

I made stardust. Rather, we made it together, We mixed the ashes of our ties, Along with time-the famous healer, We simply let go. The...

I built a rocketship, with kraft cardboard and Elmers glue that stuck to the pads of my fingers the epoxy of eternity on my epidermis...

Words have never satiated me so I tear the pages out of the thesaurus I let the synonyms synergize my sins and the antonyms antagonize my...

how come the longest conversation we had in the past month was about snakes? what do they know about how to talk to you that I don’t?...

we ate 7/11 hotdogs together the first day we met sprinting back down the street stuffing them into our mouths laughing and praying we...

It is a marvel that you grow, For the days I forget you occupy the same property as me And for the days I forget how custom it is for my...

A million comments are made every day ideas meant to be passed on A lie masquerading as a truth, a guise for what they won’t say out...

There’s a moldy granola bar in my locker And that sweatshirt that I forgot about The granola bar was in the sweatshirt Gross The mice...

Girl. Fix that damn shirt— girl. Do your fingertips pass the end of your skirt? girl. You’re making their eyes lurk — girl. You’re...

If I ever finally open my book and read you the pages of my story I’ve left untold— do not praise me; do not dare say “you’re so strong”...

Born from the same flesh, fed by the same tree, The gods, giants, humans, elves, dwarves sing— While he curls into the small space...

“She has a tendency To hate all signs of clinginess” This is what our friend says about you. I think, You have a tendency To hate all...

Mother is a good storyteller Like when she says Daddy is dead But I know he isn’t, He stands in the corner of our little room, Littered...

It’s a sad world Where the broken teeth and blood in my mouth, Eyes mottled purple-blue, Are no excuse, and I’m small minded For turning...

i am sick of cutting away pieces of me that don't fit their mold of sewing on fabric over patches that are too ugly or too honest of...

i am not a dainty rose painted dusty pink like sunsets and afterglows —rather the pink of dried blood from where my thorns jabbed you and...

the car is just scrap metal by the bend in the highway, where rock meets rock formation. how a raven first taught us that a skull is a...

The blood drips down my thighs in fighting harmonies. Disagreeing on the weight in which to debilitate me, its desire to hurt me. My body...

i’m not even human anymore, i know / i know this isn’t normal, that everyone else’s liver grows back overnight / that everyone else frees...