You let me live in you like a cloud wrapped in the blanket of the sky, like a child cloaked in the warmth of its mothers arms. When you left I named you worthless. I named you unloved...
It is now the 5th of October, the leaves are all falling and changing color. I built the last autumn out of words and memories of you, that I haven’t quite figured out how to release f...
Last night I slept with my spine against the wildflowers, my eyes foggy with the rain, the heaviness of the stars pounding into my skull. As I looked around I felt the world inside of ...
I think you could collapse against… your winded breath seeping into my… becoming my own. I think you could run away from ho… but you would always find your sha…
I fell in love with the sound of t… It reminded me of the firecracker… when you told me, you could no longer be home to me. I touched the backs of my hands,
There’s a girl out there with blue skin and hair the color of wind~ she drinks from the sun and sleeps under the moon In hope to fill the sky with blue, and drain her shadowed mind from...
These walls feel so heavy around m… The wind wrapped her hands around… Goodbye has leaked from my tongue… My mouth, is a hurricane, I am trying to keep calm.
Oh what a beautiful soul you have, your skin doesn’t glisten and your eyes don’t shine. But your soul is bright enough for the both of them. I can feel the ocean beating inside your lun...
You found me when I was sick at heart, a small wilted flower growing in the middle of winter. You found me when I had my hands painted blue, held behind my neck while I studied the face...
It was a clean break of the neck, the weight of his absence sitting on her shoulders. My momma she promised to love you, even if it meant keeping your side of the bed warm while you wer...
As I consumed the wooden air around me, inhaling pieces of the earth into my paper lungs, suddenly the words that I’ve kept alive along my wild lips, I’ve realized are not the same, as ...
Most people are born homesick. They leave the home their mothers… Most of us are born homesick. But then we hear our parents carve… We hear their voices fuse together…
She lived with her bare feet buried in the grass, and her palms outstretched against the willow trees, carving her memories into their trunks, and breathing their story’s into her salt ...
I fell asleep with the taste of bl… nothing felt like home anymore. Falling asleep in my own bed, my f… But I’m a shadow. I never grew u… My home was a little White House,…
It used to be butterflies, beating their wings against your bones, making a home inside the homeless. It used to be whiskey, bottles of it swimming through the bloodstreams of girls w...
