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wilted daisies knotted in thick chains dust catches the sun kicked up from that long straight road you used to live on. far enough one wa..

cold slow stairs Down down into the basement into that smell of dust boxes stacked at an angle creased from Opening and then Closing Again..

restless dreaming my head ducked and bobbed beneath unforgiving waves Maybe I was drowning Maybe I was being baptized Baptized by my pai..

finally an actually new piece. wrote this quickly but I like how it turned out.

a struggle of mine

someone I loved and lost used to make me tiny paper butterflies.

Nightmares of childhood Memories really- Waking up Drenched in sweat Aching from somewhere Deep in my chest With a longing to be held To..

honey under my tongue one of many false prophets poisoned chamomile tea smelling sweetly of deep sleep a half truth, most things are

I wonder in my eulogy Who will I be? Will they cut off the shameful parts With child-proof scissors? Stuff them away, Scatter them among..

All I want is a window I want to be able to look out and be able to see that one day I could reach the other side. The side of this where th..