originally written june 2025 at nineteen my reflection is laffy taffy pink, stretched to its limit and spun around a knife. at nineteen my best friends live in a screen, and i press my… read more

it’s november, after all, the air feels heavier while the sky churns itself into the deepest shade of blue it owns. you hold the carton of milk like a memory, expired before you even… read more

originally written october 2023 as a kid, i used to write my mother poems / they had rhyme schemes and thanked her for things like / driving me to school so i didnt have… read more

if i twist my heart into a shape that will no longer be called a heart,  it’ll still hold love for you, you know? but i wish it won’t the next time i hear… read more

i stopped doing my dishes for eight days straight.  i look for it in everything and find it waiting for me every time.  i am stardust, i am wounded animal,  i am repeating myself… read more

the paint from the walls of my heart  are starting to flake off and fall like confetti  as if to celebrate the inevitable fact that you will leave once you know,  and so you… read more

you up? it is 11:27 pm. do you ever feel the enormity of the universe? feel small under a roof that could collapse anytime at the movement of what lies under? what if stars are just freckles… read more

you stand still in the kitchen. you pick your nails still, even though you know it’s a bad habit. pay attention!! i like how you look standing there, so i take pictures of you… read more

i haven’t been sleeping  but when i do  i don’t let myself sleep beneath the covers  because lately i’ve been getting tangled up in the blankets  and my mother worries i will choke myself … read more