The outline of your jaw

tells me stories I spend days questioning.

Your tongue, my mind

makers of their own demise.

All I ever ask for is honesty-

When the dark parts of you

encased your spine

leaving you without a backbone

I was still here, holding you up.

But you chose deceit instead of honor.

These lies they spill from your mouth

like the trickling of a well

and I am consumed by the ...

She has been lacking all of her life.

A drought inside her chest,

no one has been able to sustain her.

She tries to flourish but no conditions are adequate.

They pull and pull at her roots and say they’re doing the best they can.

But they’ve never known how to care for her-

she is all petal and leaf and they are just budding.

She tries to help them too, to grow roots, but they pick and pick a...

Cold tile floor. I am reminiscing on things I haven’t remembered in years. The nostalgia sticks to the roof of my mouth. I try to imagine what normalcy would taste like. How it would feel on my tongue. But instead I was gifted lost memory. It invaded my retinas and caused a brand new awakening. There was no person before the trauma- there was only someone who was less. But I woke up. Realized ther...

I see the wings of birds and I imagine someone will love me. I imagine someone will come along and help me face my fears but no ones there. I grip the steering wheel and try to regain agency over my eye sight but dissociation cripples me. I name the colors of the signs I see and place the smells that enter my nose. All I feel here in these moments is a nagging at the back of my neck. One that pric...