Dying Flower
Too Much Confidence to Confide in You
The heart battles with the mind, the pen and the spine. You’ll never survive...
How Effortless It Is
Diseased Ponds of My Paragraphs
“The pen glides so smooth, yet the words come out so jagged. I kept...
Prepared to Drown
Digit Constellations
“I find myself walking down this lonely path, a path I know like the...
Except for this Knife
Hard to Breathe
“I find it hard to breathe in this world knowing that I am from...
Weaker, Bleaker
“Without explanation, without warning the days grow colder, longer. They say these are the...
Cradle Your Fall
“I hope my words cradle your fall. You’re sitting in my ribs, writing on...
The Weight of My Tongue
“You may have loved me enough to crush my lungs, but you could never...
Devour You Beneath the Stars
“We’ll make the universe a voyeur as I devour you beneath the stars.” As...
Too Many Scars
“If all that we are is too many scars, can we stack them until...
So Much Depth
“I have so much depth you’d likely drown.” So caught up in the meaningless...
Despise the Sun
“I really do despise the sun, but I would follow you into it.” Words...