I want to curl around you and tell you secrets
and memorize your heartbeat through your fingers.
but I know that's not us. that's not you. that's not me.
so here we are, drifting.
what can we say to ourselves without failing?
I am not made to bend
but wherever you are I yearn for.
Lately I have only been composed of late nights. Porches scattered with people being and learning amidst gusts of wind We are vast. We bre...
Some combination of nicotine and cannabis and alchohol Pushes me through the sun to get to you. I drink my sorrows. Bass beneath the blind...
A response to Three Word Wednesday I walked along the left side of a dirt road, unsure. one patch seems ominous; I stick my hand into t...
splinters in my feet infected, pus infused from treading boards I cough, try to speak around the maggots squished between my teeth made ...
and if our love was fading water fading slaughter of spent nerves and all the hope was scraped from the inside of my chest would you tr...