“trace the sky’s scars” I want to write a love poem to my ghost, but I do not like her. my phone case is a daily reminder that, I, am… Read on
Poetry / all
Popping pills. One after another; been doing so ever since we were children. Open bottle. Take one. Swallow. Drink. Pills haunt us, cure us, poison us. They save… Read on
Where people don’t belong. Where people crumble Where people say to be themselves, but then say “not like that”. We have a set of unspoken rules. We have to… Read on
Why are You Crying? Why are you crying You have a good life good relationships You are a privileged young girl On paper nothing is truly wrong with you So… Read on
I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was never even close to being… Read on
My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery store only a couple quarters… Read on
