⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide and self-harm⚠️

Did you know the mouth of a venus flytrap has an unfortunate life expectancy? It can only open and close a maximum of a dozen times....

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicidal ideation and self harm⚠️ ~ At sixteen, I wanted to...

~ You fixate on my every pursuit of death, but never the moments I chose to live. Tell me-- how I am expected to move on when I am...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ My body /splits/ the water the way my skin...

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ The weight of Mount Olympus lies sepulchred on the bridge of my nose. This is where the goddesses live. They tell me I am beautiful. I...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide, self-harm, and eating disorders⚠ ~ how do u know if...

~ "No more tears now; I will think about revenge." -- Mary, Queen of Scots ~ Someone once told me that I have the eyes of a Queen, that...

~ Inspired by Judy Blume,  inside Jokes with Liz and the poetry of Alissa Grams (https://alissagrams.wordpress.com/2017/03/06/an-open-let...

~ Among the wreckage of her soul, lie shards of ribcage (splintered like the stern of a ship that has weathered many a beastly storm) and...

~ From the moment the tale of her ruin made itself known, mankind has coveted proof of her existence. Many a curious hand has stalked...

~ 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...

The green light has frozen over. See that haunted house, how its windows flicker desperately in their attempt at survival, how every...