I know where we meet, beneath pink moons and burning constellations. I feel you before our hands touch. The fire in our Odyssey folds into starlight and encompasses the lining of our chests. I am ... READ the POST
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Never Enough
He'd lifted my thoughts like fingerprints from a crime scene. Raw. Vulnerable. A massacre of words never meant to be untangled. A part of me still being built with blocks of lead and stone. A part of ... READ the POST
Breaking Words
I fall between and beneath the swollen layers of me. This quiet— echos of past chains that mirrored as ribbons to bind my wrists. I want words that dive deep and pull me from breathless wonder. I want ... READ the POST
Awakening
Your pull whispered in feathered ink. Soaring through pieces once dormant, and I find revival. You are a secret harmony releasing my spirit once housed in failing stone. You are a loud ... READ the POST
The Pieces of Men
He was anything but my type, with his cigarettes and broken bones. In every way we were so much the same it hurt. With his fascinating mind and desire to expand, I was quickly enchanted into his ... READ the POST
To Be Resuscitated
There was no moment that the jagged pieces felt good across my skin. I did not hold to the expectation that they wouldn’t hurt or that scars would remain nameless. This is life built in a crescendo ... READ the POST
