Hair
An extension of myself, reaching out from the top of my brain, over wheat grain fields, over a thumping, throbbing tree at the center of me, Over closed…
Narrative Center
I am a story I tell myself to help her sleep Sometimes I like to let her revisit the parts where she can giggle and point and say look, that’s me! But…
Walking Skeleton
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes glanced at the distorted image that reflected back at her. The girl’s cheeks were sunken in, and she was paler…
Lengths
I shall run to the end of your sight Far from your judging ways Your cutting gaze My lovelorn malaise The love of your heart shall wound me no more I shall…
Just Trying To Make Sense
Sometimes I just can’t stand it To be all alone and forgotten Sometimes I just can’t stant it To be heard and seen from all directions I can’t explain these…
Dear Younger Me
Dear younger self, Let’s get a few things straight. First: It doesn’t matter what your friends--or even, sometimes (albeit very rarely), your parents--say…
Serviceable Blade
“Not much to look at, is it?” the young man scoffed at the blade, roughly made and without ornamentation. “It’s serviceable is what it is,” corrected the…