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senior year hasn’t even started yet and i’m already researching places to move to. which, i mean, makes sense for me. i think when i’m in a room full of people, my immediate thought is how to get out of that room. i’m always thinking about where i could go next, as if there’s somewhere…

sometimes you are fifteen and it is that deep. teenage girl, you are everything and you are right. you are Rome, you went to war for me, carrying a kingdom in your ribs before you knew kingdoms could fall and leave a mess between your legs, a bloody trail from the castle to your knees…

the fan is on even though it is pouring outside and there is nothing you have said that does not imply you want me. this room feels artificial so it makes sense that i am being looked at but not being seen. yet i know how many times your chest has moved up and down…

i’ve barely been able to write. i think i’ve run out ways to turn feelings into metaphors. sometimes angst is just angst and there is nothing poetic about it. sometimes i think i’m just pretending to be alive. i crave fresh air, but i think i’m just hardwired to need it. last week, someone told…

(after ash ascoli) grief ages like / the stain on the carpet that you hide with furniture / the center of a spider crack / rusted door hinges / blood dried beneath your fingernails / coins hiding in the couch cushions / dust that settles into the cracks of the floorboards / a dull pain…

i cry in my bedroom. strangled by sheets that smell like smoke. i’m sorry if there’s still fire on my breath. i didn’t mean to inherit his temper. i said i’m not who i thought i would become. you said it wasn’t meant to be easy. but it should be easier by now. call a…

is the castle still haunted? does the man with the rod still stand guard? do the floorboards still croak in fear? do the walls still listen? is this the home you are sick for? is this the body you saved? i heard you tried outgrowing your skin. tried cutting your hair. but your name still…

why is the sky blue / are aliens real / how big is the universe / what is loneliness a symptom of / dogs for adoption near me / do i swallow the truth or spit it out like venom / how far can a car drive after running out of gas / how far…

today i learned that skin cells replace themselves every twenty-seven days. only ten more days and i will live in a new body. this should give me hope. i mean it does give me hope, but it also doesn’t because the scars are still there. and i’m not sure there’s any way of getting rid…

i let the wrong parts of the year save me.  what i mean is i can’t remember the last time anything arrived on time, or stayed in the shape it promised. spring sunlight touches my cheek for half a breath and i’m ready to build a cathedral around the feeling. summer burns me alive all…