~ A war of the soul-- battleground to the seething elements, exacerbating the dichotomy between water and fire. Unforeseen & cataclysmic,...

~ 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...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to graphic language, substance abuse, suicidal ideation and...

Inspired by The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman ~ What if the house was never haunted? What if, all along, it was merely the...

~ 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...

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

~ Dear Reader, I give you permission. I give you permission to scar the spine of this book from the countless times you will crack it...

~ 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...

~ "No more tears now; I will think about revenge." -- Mary, Queen of Scots ~ Someone once told me that I have the eyes of a Queen, that...

~ 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...

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

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

~ 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...

~ The countenance of her throne epitomizes the state of her soul, and this countenance I shall describe only to those who may tolerate...