Smiles distract from internal screaming. A shrill pitch dredged from the pit of my stomach, expelled with the equivalent force of a hurricane. Glides like silk up my throat, And out of my mouth. My body frozen like it’s stroking…. Continue Reading →
We crossed state lines for each other But I wouldn’t cross the world I was shattered glass You were bare feet Look at us now You’re cut to pieces I’m crimson chaos on the floor
I wore a “mask” before Covid Mine had a smile on it Tightly I clung It kept out people, not spit Behind it Quivering lips, a bloodied tongue From biting too hard Every day it bled Keep the mask in… Continue Reading →
French poet Charles Baudelaire said “Always be a poet, even in prose.” May inspiration flow today.
Within these pages are poems on love, sex, heartbreak, eating disorder, & everyday life written between 12/2022 and 03/2023. I have often wondered whether we would still be beautiful if the thoughts we think everyday were written on our skin…. Continue Reading →
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