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
Writings
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
The Secret
If he knew the breath he stole or the electricity he pulsed and pushed through my skin. If he knew the hole he leaves when his voice is silent and his arms are distant. If only he knew the wounds he ... READ the POST
Angel Pieces
I called to the sky at every frame of this day. It wasn't easy with broken wrists and a shattered chest. Poppies scatter past a golden moon, shifting me to the path the crow flies— and my eyes are ... READ the POST