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…
the lowercase collection—how it begins
i realized last night that i loved you the most. i kept my glasses off in the dark to let the world fade out and let that april snow fade…
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…
the one cool night of summer
I felt the craving in the roots of my teeth, in the roots of my hair. The craving to be awake, to run and not let my lungs or my…
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…
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…
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…