on rainy days the front porch transforms by the magic held in storms to a rocky shore and I, standing there with sea wind in my hair, like… Read more “By the magic held in storms”
It’s too cold today.Too cold to grindthe sleep from my eyesand rise.Outside,I see life suspendedin crystalized ice.Inside,I am swirled in a snowglobe,a tiny frozen breathcurling back to… Read more “Chilly Morning”
I starved myself down to the marrow in the narrow hope that my demons would find these bones to skinny to lick clean. Oh, but these monsters found rooms in my… Read more “my monsters”
My god lives here in the darkness, in the snow, in buckets of sap, the soul of the trees, flowing by the freeze and thaw of howling night and gentle day, like me, learning to… Read more “Sugar Shack”
Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
I awoke on an island, a curious castaway, the quiet white sea spread before me.
There is a ghost of who I used to be who lays her head on the underside of my pillow and whispers wicked lies behind my eyes… Read more “Wicked Lies”
These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.
The second time a boy told me he loved me I was 13.“I love u,” my phone buzzed, my head buzzed, New feelings, no end. “Love u 2,” I responded,… Read more “The second boy who loved me”
Alternately titled: journal of a girl who has yet to find her way I don’t want to have already experienced the last good day. I can feel the… Read more “April 4, 2015”