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

~ The feral woman convulsed her waist careening against the frost-bitten night. My nose once belonged to this witch arched upon her face...

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ 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....

~ There goes Lady Fate, donned in solar sparks and her lace corset whose overt promiscuity catches the attention of one unsuspecting...

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