~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠️ ~ The inconquerable crusade of the razor...

~ 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...

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

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