poetry I’ve been Biting 31 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 my lips, cuticles, the insides of my cheeks, the callous on my left middle finger where pencils and pens made their mark on me. the self-harm is a hobby of…
poetry Broken Air Bags 24 Jul 201713 Mar 2019 My mothers lungs have transformed into sponge'd glass slowly Filling themselves; Accumulating In their bottoms. suffocation Slowly creeps Up her vines where air used to live. it did go in…
poetry I Keep Forgetting 7 Jul 20177 Jul 2017 I left the teapot on not hearing it whistle long enough to burn it again. -- by the time i remembered i had to pry its hot metal bottom from…
poetry I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom 18 Jun 2017 The peeping tom has taken up running or biking whatever it is that requires two-piece spandex body suits and frequenting my coffee shop since I moved. -- when I feel…
poetry nowhere to Go but Down 24 Apr 201713 Mar 2019 Last night i scaled a tower being built as I went up in its elevator. when the door opened it revealed a single-tile floor, leaving space for two feet. --…
poetry defensive drugged dismembering 22 Apr 201722 May 2017 i had that dream, again; where I've been drugged. I always learn After the fact. there is nothing I can do now, but wait. then, someone is trying to kill…
Uncategorized gut knots 23 Mar 201723 Mar 2017 Before you get ahead of yourself, it isnt unusual for me to tie my insides in knots preparing for a chase. Do not mistake my lack of ease over -you…
Uncategorized the shrub frightening 21 Feb 201716 May 2017 When on a walk Without glasses you get a glimpse of a tall shrub but, blurry eyes see instead, a predator. -- parasympathetic nervous system ally frost mage casts flash freeze…
Uncategorized rules about love from a naive mind 22 Jan 201730 Aug 2017 one) love is a many pronged creature it doesn't know it's own name it is homeless even if you build walls around it it is afraid of you it has…
Uncategorized leave the light on 22 Jan 201716 May 2017 where's someone to leave the light on for? companion'd security and belonging. unraveled sprawl of legs and arms on crisp cool nights. -- force me out of this box…
