you know in stranger things 2 when theyre escaping the lab with all the demodogs it’s basically that but some kind of old house but who’s running away? im trying to help everyone escape but i can’t save everyone so i save different things each time this time i saved a cat that looked like […]
Doing things my heart isn’t truly set on directly affects my enjoyment and experience with said thing. Makes sense, right? For me it comes in many forms, but more strongly in consuming media: shows, movies, books. Even since childhood I’ve felt an overwhelming importance on what my heart tells me in the moment, to the […]
My fingers fit in the space between your ribs sinking deeper until there’s nothing left of me
In this one it was raining outside. Hardwood floors, string lights, a soft trumpet and piano. We were sitting on the floor, and I was showing you the film cameras that’d piled up on my dresser over the years. I was cold so you wrapped me up in a blanket. I remember thinking it smelled […]
Tonight my cousin, who was seven and not my cousin, told me how quiet my voice is most of the time. I told her I get that a lot. “From everyone?” “From everyone.” She looked up at the ceiling and kind of smiled funny before running back up the stairs to the living room. I […]
One morning I woke to findYour eyelashes edging towards meFlitting about like spider legs, franticcaught as I was, by yourempty words andindifference I stopped writing afterI stopped writing afterI stopped writing after you I stopped until I couldn’t stop any moreand I wonderedbetween what circumstancesand what magnetism thatorchestrates our convergencydid you begin to consume my […]
Some nights I feel like floorboards… and that’s kind of it. I miss the warmth,the sun making its way across my surface. Now it just feels like I shy away and recede into myself — finding comfort in the shade where I keep my eyes shut. My hands on my own shoulders and my spine […]
Some of my favorite times of the day include the late evenings when I check up on my fuchsia tree. Through countless times of grieving, I’m always reminded that the best way to get over a loss is to buy a potted plant and tend to it. The idea is that, by owning something that […]
I could take up arms and defendyour affections,were I fit for service. you beg the question,Because she took your hand in hers and sighedagainst your shoulder – you ask her“How many hearts did you break before me?”and when she’s confused and asks you the same,wondering why it even matters, you respond“You don’t want to know.” […]
If sounds could fill our deepest well that liesbeneath the caverns of heaving ribs,buried deep, replacing oxygenand filling up our alveoliwith the toxic gas of a dead line.That these sounds could impairour entire constitution, with onenote.Halting and catchingsnatching our breath away,and leaving us wilted on the floor or,inside a closet,barricaded by books and blankets. Then […]