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

~ Today, I shared a post on Facebook. It explained that manipulating someone into having sex with you is a form of rape. To the...

~ 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...

~ Drink away the merciless cruelties of your reality. Happy shots all around (for a remarkably sad girl). “But you can’t kill your...

~ 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...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide, self-harm, and eating disorders⚠ ~ how do u know if...

~ 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...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ In memory of him? her? I do not know. ~ In the...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm and suicide ⚠ ~ The envelope (delivered just this...

~ VI. I, Ophelia {The Drowning} It was her-- Flower Child. Weeping woman. Crazed Ophelia-- who taught me that the drowning is in the...

~ V. Ethereal Maybe being drunk is the closest I will ever get to zero gravity-- to walking on the moon. My fingers curled around the...

~ 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...

~ 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...

~ II. Mysophobia Sure, now, when I look to the right of my bedroom door, I see the light-switch for what it is-- a light-switch,...

~ I. The Mermaid I am six years old, and obsessed with Ariel from The Little Mermaid, She is, by far, my favourite Disney Princess. I...

~ I. The Funeral Take the rosemary they have pressed between my toes and use it to garnish your next glass of wine. As you drink make a...