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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 will be the last to know. you can almost see the outline of tallies carved into the ceiling, marking each time i have been…

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 on the face of the night sky? do you feel the unread messages piling up on your shoulder? or the time that slips…

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 in this light. notice how the shadows do not hit you. everything moves to glow around your silhouette. cherish this!! i…

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. so i have not unmade my bed in twenty one days. and since i stopped sleeping, i don’t know what to do with…

i’m stuck in a snow globe        a never ending winter we are picturesque on the outside but i’m catching frostbite on my fingertips i am a decaf coffee you drink just to go about your day your sweetness exhausts me but the comfort of habit always brings me back as i sit here staring at…

vulnerability is a forbidden language that sits  in my gritted teeth              and in the waterline of my eyes.  toes tightened to the ground           and nails to my palms.  the tears pricking at my eyes will only be on the verge and never leave the place they call home.  my emotions, like a body covered…

i was nine  when i had my first migraine  but i sometimes feel its pain above my left eyebrow when i squint  and it hurts like my father’s rage and my mother’s grief.  the orbits in my eyes cradle a child  who once evaluated what she’d need if she ran away,  her first thought was…

i dream of the city: big flashing lights, skyscraping wonders.  the stars not lit here, nothing to guide me home.  do you get lost often? when your feet hit the concrete, where do you run? where do you go? i wonder about the places that have hurt you. that have made you.  where your hair…