17 years old


  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder


    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy

    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 

    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs


    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker 
  • By Inkpaw

    Parents Are Liars

    Parents are liars 
    under love 
    and fear for their children 
    they warp reality
    twist fate for a time 
    to quell the rage of six year old doubt 
    and keep the bad things from reaching our eyes 

  • By Inkpaw

    Paper Crane Lullabies

    It was behind closed eyes, 

    That I was counting 

    Chided and shushed in a harmony of nothing

    Anxiety hot beneath the skin of my ears

    Burning like the dull glow of coals at four in the morning 
  • By Inkpaw

    Daffodil Regrets

    Daffodils pose prissy
    Before a faded neon yellow sky
    Chances of rain they said, iffy
    But the heat is sucking poor daffodils dry
    Get yourself clean she says, spiffy
    But my nose tingles, aching for a good cry