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...

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm, suicide, and involuntary psychiatric...

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~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm, suicide, and involuntary psychiatric...

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm, suicide, and involuntary psychiatric...

~ You say the rain is beautiful, yet you judge me for crying. ~ If I went to school with you, chances are you've probably seen me cry...

~ Ghost Writer cries. But you can't hear her. Sometimes, she can't even hear herself. Or, at least, she chooses not to; she chooses to...

~ On the mornings I woke up angry, I would put on a thick layer of eyeliner before I left for school, eyelids streaked purple, a violent...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm⚠ ~ Over the years, I have cultivated many an...

~ Every step I take is catatonic, an acute contrast to the way my thoughts bolt about the convoluted labyrinth of my psyche. I couldn't...

~ For the longest time, I would wonder why, on the mere cusp of 17, I began to drink. I'd always assumed it was because I was so sad. But...

~ Come tomorrow morning, the spring snow will have melted, but frigid I shall remain. Storm-wrenched I shall remain. All the world...

~ Tears percolate from round, fishbowl eyes, cheeks a sting with salt and loneliness. I barter with the deluge, hold my breath for as...

~ I swallowed the sound of your name like it was a star-- five points, the type they teach you to draw in kindergarten. It hurt on its...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide and self-harm ⚠ ~ May 30th, 2018 These wayward...

~ I pin the anemic bodies of poems to the bed of palm like they are cadavers waiting to be d i s s e c t e d. This is the only...

~ {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...

~ To any girl who should come to love him after me: this is my cautionary tale. listening to the same song on repeat until you hate it /...