Poetry

  • what once was

    We lie tired 

    Bundled up in puffers and scarves 

    On the pleather seats of the bus that feels like home. 

     

    You rummage through your red lunchbox, 

    Unpacking each item carefully 

  • Her Post

    I loved her post

    Clicked that red heart button

    That broke more hearts than it mended

    I saw the picture that she edited nonstop

    That she filtered

    Until that girl on the screen wasn’t 

    Her

    At

  • thresholds

    take me out.

    knock me over the head with a baseball bat and drag my unconscious form

    beneath the shadowed wall. into a wardrobe. a hobbit hole.

    wherever you can think to put me, do so. i want out.

    i want to make my mark

  • The world

    Cold and dark like a blizzard in the night.

    Deceiving and dangerous as if a snake with fangs like daggers.

    Wild like the wind and agonizing like a fire with flames white as snow.

  • My Friend, the Moth

    Gentle as water sliding down your face,

    A voice like a bell.

    A smile as delicate as a rose,

    But as strong as an eagle.

    Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.

    Hair like a sunset.

  • Anatomy's Future

    I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us

    I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?

    I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes

  • Reflection A5

    Her life flashes before my eyes

    intertwined with his chained heart

    Her smile is present even as she breathes

    blood

    rats surround the alley

    a few more steps

    1... no no no they wouldn't do this to her