Bruises

Unseen skinreveals all.Soft shapes in shadesof blue and violet. I count the bruiseslike constellations,a reminder of myown mistakesand blunders. Some bruises cannotbe seen at all.Left by thosewho vowedto hold me gently,love softly. Nothing was gentle.Left with hard edges,sharp objectsI knew notto hold. I count the bruiseslike constellations.Everythingfalls.Eventually.

When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Trois)

The rain thundersagainst your windowlike a warning. A warning tonot fall too deepinto this notionyou’ll be alone.forever. Meals for onebecome a momentfor two.The coffee is madeand brought to youin bed. An embrace beginsto feel likehome.Yet, you stillremember. Remember howyou spent yearsalone, loving yourself.Years alone, makingyour own heart happy. You will continue todo that work,with someonealongside

Into the Woods

I stumble.Adrenaline high, spirits low. The fuckening brought mehere.Wrong turns,deep wounds of change. If only I had listened.The sounds I hear nowpropel me forward.There is no going back. Deep roots in the groundwould rather I stay still.Leaves fall to remind methat everything dies.Even dreams. The woods of fatehand me a choice.A kindness.I follow the pathand

When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Deux)

Watching the snow fall feels different. Your bones are warmedby no one but youand the fire you built. No one is cheering you on.Or offering you a cup of coffeethe way you like. You’re a two sugars plus creamkind of girl who has perfectedthe art of a single brew. There are no guests.You’re touch-starved.Living off

Tick, Tick, Boom

The world is on fire,I search for a new iPhone. Floodwaters at my neighbor’s door,I doomscroll Twitter for hours. December tornadoes on the news,I schedule brunch with friends (no masks). Another Breaking News banner on my TV,I turn off the lights and crawl under the covers. More mandates, mass confusion & supply shortages,I hoard supplies

When You’re No One’s Favorite Person

It feels very much like isolating in a snowy cabin in the woods. No one is coming for you.No one is checking on you. The hot cocoa is made for one,topped with as many marshmallowsas you damn please.You are responsible for making sure the firekeeps you warm, while your internal fire feels like embers waiting

(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers

It has been so long since I have been heldby a man who respects women.I have been in their beds,no sheets, dust settling like a sheen on my body. Men who took.They promised me delicate adoration,but I was left used and pressed into the mattresslike an old flower between the pages of a worn book.

A Constriction of the Soul

Deep pockets of gloom,anger sits like a sieve on the soil (soul).You are alone in this uncertain place. To acknowledge a life that is broken,seams frayed like the edgesof your forgotten joy,discarded on a shelf 20 years ago.It is time to dig yourself out of this nightmaredisguised as a dream.A dream down a rabbit hole

Haunted By Ghosts

I am haunted by ghosts.Different versions of my past selvespopping in, out of my lifeto remind me how far I’ve come. The girl who didn’t want to liveThe girl who felt no one wanted herThe woman who tried to let others know her, but no one really listened.The woman who fell in loveThe woman who