Soft Catastrophes
The air grows teeth, and I am chewed by the what ifs. Maybe, the teeth were mine all along.
21 hours ago1 min read
Moon Grammar
I speak fluent hush, and the deep of the night understands me. The moon knows exactly what I mean, even when I choose to say nothing at all.
Feb 161 min read
The Thaw
The thaw doesn’t happen all at once, because our bodies learn warmth in whispers. A fingertip twitches, your breath deepens. And then, finally the air softens around your being.
Feb 151 min read
Half Breaths
I don’t just want connection I crave it, like oxygen that I’ve somehow learned to ration.
Feb 141 min read
Dreamer pt.2
Reality haunts me, but my dreams keep me alive.
Feb 131 min read
Ever Mine
Self love is not a luxury, it is your birthright. A promise that you will always belong to yourself first.
Feb 101 min read
Madness And Magic
There is magic in the way that I forgive myself.
Feb 91 min read