I wish I could be out of mourning like I was out of sugarbut I’m indulgent in lossand the silence that once wasthe language we would speak across the most insincere roomsbut they are the only places I find you nowwhere your friends are doing molly and Molly’s asking me to be her bridesmaid so Continue reading

Is it too soon to ask to be your shadow as you parade the room? how you trust strangers with the best of you is my greatest muse Continue reading

girl to woman an abyss I’ve been dire to bridge no sense in penance when forever succumbed to a female whim how dare they reduce me to my anatomy Continue reading

depression is the war of the enamel of my anxiety chewing me up and spitting me out digesting my every life moment preying on the ones I was convinced I’d forgotten depression is the floating the transcending the inspecting of the dust mites passing plucking them out and polishing them off with each one, a Continue reading

the sting of vodka and old wooden stools here’s where they crown the most beautiful of foolssolidifying my desire to be more than a view and you’re upfront that you love that I’m smarter than you and to anyone, I’ve never been so translucent in minutes, I misplace my friends and my prudence because to Continue reading

I swore you stitched me into being that you pulled and yanked and hated and loved till I was perfect a toy that put all your others to shame till I spent months sitting on your shelf convincing myselfthat the occasional drag across the floor was made out of love Continue reading

I was a steady heart as his universe spun on a ripped leather couch hiding out in his crypt the rays of the reruns leave us spotlit synchronized palpitations he’s stitched to my chest vulnerability like a pipette drip till the waves of the avalanche hit I clutch him as he shudders an orgasmic release Continue reading

I’ve shook hands with the end of the world multiple times like the salt in the wound ofit’s nice to meet you from the mouth of someone who’s not new it’s a truly devastating pleasure to make issues when there aren’t any in order and to feel the static so frequently that it’s no longer Continue reading

It should have been a landmark That corner coffee shop Where one day we would have passed with pointing fingers Reminiscent of our once shaky palms For in the window we sat as you were swallowed by the sun I fiddled with my half-empty cup And you watched your future open up With dreams of Continue reading