Poetry Writing

the lowercase collection鈥攚inter

it isn’t cold enough to think of you yet. not enough chill to wipe away the innocent blush from my cheeks as memory and guilt combine, taking the shape of your eyes. maybe i’m romanticizing again. maybe it’s my medication losing its hold as your face becomes brighter in the very back screen of my skull. innocent red. the color of my cheeks and the color of your fingertips when…

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Poetry Writing

between branches

she wants her fingertips to numb underneath the icewater, then she can ease it down her neck, letting the water drip across her skin like she hopes his breath will…

Poetry Writing

4.8.17

So with a sigh and a soft nudge the Mariana trench, spreading wide, wild, and empty from collarbone to wide breathing ribs was stitched together. Breathing became solid and full…

Poetry Writing

11/9/16

The sun had the audacity to warm my skin the next day. It rose even though I was unable to, burrowed under blankets listening to the hollow scratching between my…

Poetry Writing

ceramic skin

You had a penchant for breaking plates when things got tough, you said. Now remember staring across at me, through the hope of candlelight, cradling promises across to me on…

Poetry Writing

Edge I

I bit my lips wide open; ruined them. I know what it was to leave you in your bed. To feel you against my skin for the last time as…

Flash Fiction Writing

hush

My mouth tasted like screaming. Everything was silent but I could still feel the hum of the scream on my teeth and in my fillings. The darkness I woke up…

Thoughts

Dear Body,

Dear Body, It’s been a long time coming for me to sit down and write this post for you. Quite frankly, you scare me and you’ll have to excuse the…