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

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ Most days, she feels so lost, that you would think there was once a time when she belonged to someone, that she had accidentally been...

~ When I am sad, I find myself desperately sifting through the words of Sylvia Plath. And I guess it’s really quite funny (in an awful...

~ 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...

~ Once upon a time, I would have called myself a storyteller. But today, I no longer convene–at least, not on a relatively frequent...

~ 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...

~ You think the night is beautiful, with her endless cascade of stars and the way she wears the clouds so seductively– billowing wisps of...

~ TRIGGER WARNING: The following play deals with subject matter pertaining to substance abuse, self-harm, suicidal ideation, and suicide....