~ the crescendo of my silence/metempsychosis of moth to butterfly/unopened bandaid boxes/the sobriety of dawn/barefoot in the flower...

~ Every month, we must shed our uterine linings like the serpent sheds its skin as is the archaic rule of god. Image Source: Snake...

~ Blood clots avalanche into the toilet bowl-- I read them like they are tea leaves. A confirmation of what I have always know: my...

\ ~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to alcoholism, self-harm and voluntary psychiatric...

~ The fireflies live on through my poetry, wings curled around strands of dialogue in quotation. "Watch how they dart about the pines in...

~ 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 self-harm and voluntary psychiatric hospitalization⚠️ ~...

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

~ Oceanic Folkore tells stories of a serpent-man who treads the seven seas, swallowing the beating hearts of any drowning girl he happens...

~ Sprung from the penetralia of the Bermuda Triangle, she is revived--birthed anew by way of hurricane and salt; Aphrodite emerges poetry...

~ I want to post a selfie. I want to post a selfie, but my Instagram profile is public. I want to post a selfie, but my Instagram profile...

~ She danced to the rhythm of stanza, her heart a synchronization of verse beating in unison with the typewriter keys. Image Source:...

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicidal ideation and self harm⚠️ ~ At sixteen, I wanted to...

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to sexual harassment ⚠️ ~ Wearing mirrored sunglasses is not a...

~ You fixate on my every pursuit of death, but never the moments I chose to live. Tell me-- how I am expected to move on when I am...

How I'd love to spray paint the words "fuck you!" upon your white picket fence. I will destroy your every perception of...

The storm decapitated the few tulip heads that were brave enough to blossom this April. Tulips are not like the other flowers-- they...

~ You do not mind gawking at my sadness through a screen, but when it comes to comforting me in person-- as should be the duty of a best...

~ They tell me I bear an eerie resemblance to Snow White. Skin white as snow lips red as blood and hair black as ebony-- I die the same...

~ Ten years of age-- Phys-Ed teacher tells me that I need to wear my skin like an elephant wears its skin. "What does an elephant's...