Crushed flowers and inked wingsI know you'll tell me someday.Deep rivers of saltThe taste is steel and it burnsKiss me and sweeten my blood.Your rage ..
How many nights have been like this?It can't be that manyYet they seem endlessWe spin out of controlspiral, escalatingwhirlingcrashingon our own anger..
My brother's eyes are brownalmost blackMine are crystalline bluegreen grayHis are warmMine coldsame nosesame mouthmy hair is streaked autumnhis like m..
I live in a world of lost thingsShoes, pencils, the backs of earringssunglasses, hair ties, papersbobby pins, toothbrushesBut not just things you can ..
Fire rages around us,fires we have lit and nursedfeeding until it roaredFiresFires of our makingburn away the ground we stand on so we falland watch t..