The slamming loudness from silence lingers inside my ears—

shaking the very core I’ve cradled in my entire body.

“I’ve never felt this kind of silence.”

Genuinely concerned, scouring through my brain.

It’s reached crevices, and areas my body couldn’t refuse.

Pulling the smell further in my nostrils.

One cave at a time.

What is this feeling?

My whole life I’ve lived in loudness—

never finding t...

Awareness swarms

my numb body

This feeling is surreal

Awareness swarms

my body —

Begging to reveal —

Awareness swears it’s real —

Slowly opening my body

To all that’s really there.

Awakening —

Wrapping all

inside me.

Tensing

to realization

No more frames

of gold.

Like a mask slipping —

Spilling

the untold.

Cold nights

shift warm.

Slowly realizing —-

I had

way more…....

I found my niche. In the silence.

I guess it was always wallowing in the corner,

waiting for me to open it.

Like a gift on Christmas,

wrapped in gold tape.

I couldn’t grasp the concept

of truly visualizing

how words could melt paper —

just like butter.

Smells of summer rain,

and filt holes

that were never meant to be there.

Writing shimmers in my wrists,

intricately weaving my very bones

into ...

Drops of water flowing,

Pain from the past keeps showing.

It doesn’t belong —

Not in my body, yet it has for so long.

Some say crazy,

Some say shame.

But what does it matter,

When it all sounds the same?

A family with no healing

Is a family not to blame.

Sometimes healing’s a path — mundane,

Stressful, heavy,

The weight of the well.

Some families like it,

Some wait to set sail.

All that matters...

You think you truly know someone—

until they show you who they are.

All their flaws you never dissected.

You see the good in people.

You don’t judge.

Not mistakes.

Reluctantly not. It’s out of my character.

I don’t get thrills out of pulling levers.

The flags of red had already claimed the sky.

Not on purpose—

I don’t think.

The signs were there.

I just missed them.

But how?

My whole life was p...

Finding My Own Way (Refined Draft)

“Connection, picture, island.”

Those were the words spewed across the cafeteria walls that cold November morning—

the same morning me and Billy decided to stop messin’ around with our dull, decrepit lives.

That was the day we found it all.

We lived in a town tucked inside a small, shapeless city.

“Limited and undefined,” Miss Shivel always said whenever w...

She started asking me questions regarding what my older brother was asking “did he think we were up to something?” She asked while tucking the silver piece of hair from her eyebrows and slowly tucking it away as she looked at the rose gold watch hanging from her wrist. - “nah… he just wanted me to keep him updated on what we were doing today, oh and he handed me this..” slipping the folded piece o...