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

~ The fireflies live on through my poetry, wings curled around strands of dialogue in quotation. "Watch how they dart about the pines in...

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ 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....

~ 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...

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

~ Her desire was painted green. The same colour of her pills and the gemstone she was named after, his eyes or the light at the end of...

~ 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...

~ The eye of the universe bats its lashes at a a single sliver of splintered light blinking boastfully in the opaqueness– a crescent...