I can’t name you or call you by your name, at this time. You are streaked against the glass, your guts are spilling out.
Be brave and talk to yourself. 153 more words
1 week, 5 days
The best part of the sun, where it melts away for its own reflection.
To prove something.
We stand in snake skin and
leopard print, digging for… 58 more words
3 weeks, 4 days
My amorphous memory is troubling me
And the hats I wear tend to tatter and fade so readily.
I’m at last, my love, distant enough from myself to see… 76 more words
1 month, 1 week