Rainy Mornings

Old men with their coffees, and me thinking, if you had bought a size larger, your total might have come to eight dollars, or maybe that’s just me

here

no matter what else happens now, i don't want you to go. i spent so long staring at your shadow that now it's hard to tell the difference between here and gone, so i scratch at my skin until your fingers slip between mine in the dark. i looked for you in everything. there wasn't...

In A Different Barn

He has your grandmother’s last name, self, so sometimes he feels inexplicably like home

Four Eyes

In the aftermath, self, trace the calendar with your memory, mark off the days. January, you were miserable. No need to sweeten this for you; you have too many cavities already. Unseen, unreachable. Worst year in a string of worst years.

To The Man I Once Trusted:

TW: verbal abuse; manipulation   Did you know that the only reason I told you my story was because I knew you could help? Did you know I trusted you? Did you know that I wanted to tell someone else what had happened because if someone else knew, maybe I wouldn't have to carry all...

Don’t Come To My House Fire

You are leaving a smoking ruin, self, that is all. Feet keep moving. Avert your eyes; don’t look at the wreckage. It was everything you loved. Look at the sun, self, replace your vision with black dots, more blinding than your future. Don’t look at the past; shatter your rearview mirror, if you must.

Present.

Touch my soul, touch my hands, hold me tight in your arms and never let go. I'm so small here, so fragile, and I can't be with the one I want to be with. You're not the second best, love, don't feel like that. You're the very best because you're the one that's here. You're...

Fallout

You thought that missing them would be hard, self, but it’s easy. It’s like relief, self, like the cancer is gone, it’s been excised. You know how escape feels; this feels like escape.

Catching Butterflies

Catching a butterfly isn’t easy, I’m told. I’m not easy to touch. I run away too fast, too far. Catching a butterfly isn’t easy. Hands burn against my skin and my heart breaks over and over because once I was caught and butterflies can’t be kept in iron nets and steel cages. Butterflies need silk...

Disturbed II/III

II This horribleness in my throat, a bird suffocating in my chest: Maybe My friends You didn’t betray me, like I was told you did.