⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poems contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm⚠️

~ Heart: porous honeycomb whose multitudes of caverns I mistook for emptiness. Heart-- whose beat I likened to the pulsate of a...

~ I've grown to love the sound of my name swaddled in the contour of my cupid's bow; rolling off the tides of my tongue; humming like...

~ She danced to the rhythm of stanza, her heart a synchronization of verse beating in unison with the typewriter keys. Image Source:...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to graphic language, substance abuse, suicidal ideation and...

~ Spinal column a stairwell of books, rungs of untouched vertebrae avoided by the bibliophile herself [myself]. Brain is wired...

Inspired by The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman ~ What if the house was never haunted? What if, all along, it was merely the...

~ 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...

~ Dear Reader, I give you permission. I give you permission to scar the spine of this book from the countless times you will crack it...

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 ...