Poetry

Her anxious stutter peppered her voice.All the scars and cuts she had taken,all because there were parts of herthat were deemed wrong – unfitto serve the ideal of a woman’s body -Like Helen of Troy, her beauty was her curse. And so she went forth with that curseeven when she was a shaken voice.Her words…

I once held my breath so long my lips turned blueAnother time it was 40 below with the wind chill and my fingers were blue tooWhen I wanted people to stop looking at me I dyed half my head blue as well Then you showed up- Fuck your blue eyes, and blue hair, and blue…

A lip tattoo is almost always the — best — worst decision you could makeFading into your Flesh like a message to your inside’sBiting on the blood — you Startedfalling Asleep too fast to the sound of all your parent’s disappointment We don’t ask for much. The yellow gunk in your eyes is a Sign…

I slept 4 hours, maybeI fell asleep, a voice lingering in my head. The ceiling looking more distant than it really was.Somehow more awake than I was yesterday after 5 hours, 6 did even less, And 7 left me an empty husk of who I wasBut time wasn’t permanent any more. 2 minutes became 2…

There’s a girl sitting next to me,Pale legs, wedges, bangs & all in black.She’s pissed offShe’s in love She wants to leave this awful classroom and live in a 2 story house next to a lake.She wants to sleep in and wake up next to someone she knows so well that she daydreams of being…

She just saved my nudes on airdrop.Sitting in a coffee shop, alone. She picked apart the lighting,the postureeven the way I left my sheets messy while I took them. My friend just took a screenshot of me-making a dumb face – while sticking his pen up my nose.The hit was awful. I hate when the…

He had an unlimited repertoire of snake questions, and I knew nothing of King Learmaking fun of the way his nose crinkled: when he called me a bitchcalling out all the defensive little quirks of our dance He asked me if snakes could “learn to read.”I said, “Only as much as lizards.Maybe a little slower…

I don’t even know how strippers work.Is it the hard work or harsh chemical smells that puncture the air of dimly lit workspacesOr the way that clothes don’t stick to drywall and paint drenched in sweat just peels away. Using a knife to carve away the leaden walls the same way you would carve a…

I thought of you when I went to Hot Topic the other day.You stole all the things you could have bought and bought all the things you just couldn’t affordThe loss of all your friendsWho miss you the way I miss stamps and letters and walking to the mailbox.I don’t think I’ve ever sent a…

I used to think the cravat wassimply a statement of how much one wanted to die.A noose orchoker orsome kind of symbolic BSPut-the-killing-thing-in-your-mouth sort of thing I spent most summers on our dockreeling in – my line – a little too oftenhoping I’d catch a bite of something worth killingNever thinking I’d catch anything but…