~ Come tomorrow morning, the spring snow will have melted, but frigid I shall remain. Storm-wrenched I shall remain. All the world...

~ Tears percolate from round, fishbowl eyes, cheeks a sting with salt and loneliness. I barter with the deluge, hold my breath for as...

~ 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...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide and self-harm ⚠ ~ May 30th, 2018 These wayward...

~ Inspired by Judy Blume,  inside Jokes with Liz and the poetry of Alissa Grams (https://alissagrams.wordpress.com/2017/03/06/an-open-let...

~ Among the wreckage of her soul, lie shards of ribcage (splintered like the stern of a ship that has weathered many a beastly storm) and...

~ From the moment the tale of her ruin made itself known, mankind has coveted proof of her existence. Many a curious hand has stalked...

~ I always look my most beautiful when I cry; the bags under my eyes burn as poignantly as waning crescents, lips plump as they quiver...

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