Poetry
Blue currents ripple through my ribs but pass straight through. …
my mouth is filled with dust and i want to reclaim the new— i plead to be heard by…
There’s a sense of comfort in the water. My body glides through as if it remembers me, as if I…
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Every day I wake up and watch exactly one tree being destroyed. Exactly one. One…
one thing the olive branch must learnis that people love paintings.they love to breathe asthmatic…
In the sticky sweet watermelon juice, the breeze that tastes like freedom, bonfires and silent…
why do lesbians move so quickly? quick to fall in love to move in quick…
I’m a pondering ocean As I stare through myself over and over To pluck out…
I think that if you took my brain apart you’d find a gold mine of…
Kind, clever, bright. Too bright. So bright she adhered herself like wax to the people…