~ Sometimes, I imagine I'm some mourning starlet who sings Lana Del Rey at the club every Saturday night. A honeyed halo of stage light...

~ There's always been something so Hollywood about her-- and I don't mean 21st Century bullshit. I'm talkin' Judy Garland, you're the...

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

~ 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...

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

~ Heart skips like a warped record, trembles over scarred vinyl until "I love you" tastes incomplete: (I) love ...

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

~ By my standards, he is a ten. I'm sure you're laughing right now-- "ooohhhh, she think's he's a ten"-- but that's not what I mean. What...

~ I take a pill each morning-- "to keep the madness away," declared the doctor, her tone clinically nonchalant as she handed to me a...

~ ⚠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...

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