I mourn for the way your favorite color used to be a question worthy of thought, now a bread crumb lost along the way of living. –I don’t know, blue?
Tag: writing
By the magic held in storms
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”
my monsters
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”
hungry heart
Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
April 4, 2015
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”
The College Essay I would Write Now
This is a repost of an earlier piece of writing originally published July 8, 2017. At the time, I was just finishing up my junior year of… Read more “The College Essay I would Write Now”
Indigo Tuesday 