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I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading
She folds her heartbreak like origami transforming an ocean into teardrops.
I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille.
I don’t need you to understand me I just need you to try.
Roses are practice for watching us beautifully decay.
She smoked cigarettes, knowing the smoke was the tunnel her demons walked to enter her lungs.
Your sour judgement is a constellation of approaches you throw without trying to know me at all.
I can’t remember when my voice climbed up the ladder of my spine to hide in this dusty attic of my mind. Downstairs, a ghost runs with my legs, smiles in my jewelry, and charges me rent I can not … Continue reading
At which point did butterflies inside turn to crows feasting on fear clogging my veins and bones?
I have seen violent horrors in the light so I become a moon flower to bloom gently in the secretive liqueur of the night.