sipping fear of defeat
brimming from my saucer
delighting in rejected fruit
cast out of the window
scribbling poems of hope
relics of dreams
humming hymns of sorrow
humanity’s woes
dancing in pools of color
fallen rainbows
What we want for ourselves, from one another, and how much of that wanting has been shaped by inherited roles. Where love, longing,...
today, I want to feel everything see it all tomorrow, when I’ve felt too much seen too much I’ll crawl back into my shell life is...
I cannot take you down this hole there is no rabbit, just this old writing habit, darkness in my head. Remember me as you do instead: the...