One Day

Trigger warning: The following post contains mild references to mental illness and anorexia.  I like to imagine us, Friend, One Day not too far in the future. We can borrow sleeping bags from my high school friends, mattresses from my sister, blankets from my mom's closet. Tumblers filled with steaming hot chocolate (almond milk and... Continue Reading →


Now I will speak

Face me, I tell you, This is all I wanted: Shatter your words over your own head; they were yours.

i carry your heart

Last night, self, you dreamed he died / Like your heart being scooped out. / You would say that you did not / Know pain before this moment, / But you and pain go way back—

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