⚠Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to sexual assault and misogyny. ⚠

~ When someone calls me beautiful I never know how to believe them. Image Source: Rain on purple wildflowers (n.d.). [image] Available...

~ The feral woman convulsed her waist careening against the frost-bitten night. My nose once belonged to this witch arched upon her face...

~ left cup runneth over/ right cup half empty/ if I add my left cup size to my right cup size what will I get/ DD + D = DDD/I've never...

~ the crescendo of my silence/metempsychosis of moth to butterfly/unopened bandaid boxes/the sobriety of dawn/barefoot in the flower...

~ Sprung from the penetralia of the Bermuda Triangle, she is revived--birthed anew by way of hurricane and salt; Aphrodite emerges poetry...

~ I want to post a selfie. I want to post a selfie, but my Instagram profile is public. I want to post a selfie, but my Instagram profile...

volume iii. starve your darlings ~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to eating disorders ⚠ ~ Been...

volume ii. putting on my face ~ ~ Step 1: Floss Cover Girls don't wear breakfast between their molars. Step 2: Brush Teeth Until the...

volume i. a portrait of my sixth-grade self ~ ~ Eleven-year-old fingers swollen with baby fat dig into the gaudy sheen of turquoise...

~ {I. Eve} ~ EVE: A starry-eyed insurgent--a woman whose acts of rebellion are catalyzed by the desire to realize her own romantic...

~ No matter how you sugarcoat it, there is never a nice way of calling someone fat. I.E. “You would have been beautiful in the...

~ When I say I wish I was beautiful, I mean I wish I could sculpt myself into the same loveliness borne in the eyes of Marble Goddesses....

~ I always look my most beautiful when I cry; the bags under my eyes burn as poignantly as waning crescents, lips plump as they quiver...

~ No boy will ever want to fuck me if I forget to put on makeup in the mornings lips red as Eve's forbidden fruit succulent enough to...

~ I imagine you throbbing inside of me like a heaving serpent, your venom seductively lethal. {detach} I say your name; scream your name;...

~ Once upon a time, I would have called myself a storyteller. But today, I no longer convene–at least, not on a relatively frequent...

~ 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...

~ Please keep in mind that any similarities to Oscar Wilde’s own writing in The Picture of Dorian Gray present within this piece are...

~ A warm, honeyed glow drips from the pearled strings of the chandelier, illuminating the the whispers of champagned tipsiness on our...