~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ In memory of him? her? I do not know. ~ In the...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm and suicide ⚠ ~ The envelope (delivered just this...

~ But, oh, how I will revel in their piteous expressions of shocked envy when they see my name-- the name of the attention-seeking...

~ VI. I, Ophelia {The Drowning} It was her-- Flower Child. Weeping woman. Crazed Ophelia-- who taught me that the drowning is in the...

~ V. Ethereal Maybe being drunk is the closest I will ever get to zero gravity-- to walking on the moon. My fingers curled around the...

~ The night breathes down the back of my neck in tendrils of air that smell of Mexican cigars and something like copper (something like...

~ IV. Crimson It's not about the way it hurts-- it's about the way I bleed, the way my skin splits and geysers. A deluge of red leaches...

~ III. Annabel Lee At thirteen years old, I learn that not all mermaids are like Ariel-- some mermaids are called sirens, femme fatales...

~ II. Mysophobia Sure, now, when I look to the right of my bedroom door, I see the light-switch for what it is-- a light-switch,...

~ I. The Mermaid I am six years old, and obsessed with Ariel from The Little Mermaid, She is, by far, my favourite Disney Princess. I...

~ The countenance of her throne epitomizes the state of her soul, and this countenance I shall describe only to those who may tolerate...

~ I. The Funeral Take the rosemary they have pressed between my toes and use it to garnish your next glass of wine. As you drink make a...

~ I. The Fireflies There was once a time when the fireflies had made a home out of me. One evening, long after the sun had surrendered...

~ Reaching out towards delicately rouged areola, his fingertips blush madly upon their first caress against the pink suppleness. He...

~ 1/4 cup of Stardust (must be wished on before being brewed.) 1/2 a pound of Bleeding Hearts (the flower, not the real thing, ya sick...

~ You think the night is beautiful, with her endless cascade of stars and the way she wears the clouds so seductively– billowing wisps of...

~ There goes Lady Fate, donned in solar sparks and her lace corset whose overt promiscuity catches the attention of one unsuspecting...

~ The eye of the universe bats its lashes at a a single sliver of splintered light blinking boastfully in the opaqueness– a crescent...