My skin is raw.Salty tears have begun to searValleys in pink skin.My insides burnbut not like they have been scalded with waterMore like the strings I..
My bedroom door has bars on it.Deadlocks at every entrance to this prison.All the other inmates screamwith bits of me in their mouths and under their ..
We all cling to parts of you-Your hair, your eyes, your laughUse them as cuttingsStem and root,Frantically plant them.If you were an emberWe would fee..
Sirenswailing through the night,fists knock on doorsshaking residents from sleep.His knock on boneshaking them from socket.Her body crumples,when the ..