RICKY WAS TAKEN
Voices echo off the rim,
and the walls muffle
your growing throes.
Turning and backstepping,
our inhibitions fall, confetti, as we,
dedicated patrons of our own ballet, 96 more words
2 days, 16 hours ago
Made of blood and flesh;
Unimaginatively, I pump and flush.
Happy with my modest existence;
A loyal servant by all means.
Aware the mirror wouldn’t show my opulence; 161 more words
1 week ago
mamá never cried.
is that why i feel like
i cry too much?
1 month ago
they warned us about you,
the men who like to fold women
into paper cranes.
even if you bend our beautiful skin
and crease our minds with your lies, 11 more words
inviting you in
after already locking
the door. #whatfuckery
1 month, 2 weeks ago
Amá always said she saw spirits.
they were everywhere–even en el rancho,
in between the cacti and rivers that coiled
around mi abuelo’s bright orange home. 36 more words
do you love me? he whispers.
i look at the cracks of my reflection
in a broken mirror that i believed had
become me. i forgot what being whole… 17 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago