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.
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 someonealongsideContinue reading “When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Trois)”
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 pathandContinue reading “Into the Woods”
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 offContinue reading “When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Deux)”
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 suppliesContinue reading “Tick, Tick, Boom”
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 waitingContinue reading “When You’re No One’s Favorite Person”
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.Continue reading “(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers”