i have become soft under my own fingers,a clay in which i mold myself a vase — place there flowersto enjoy, cut at the root to bloom…… Read more “chrysalis”
“Your Impression” by Anna Esparza To live in the past is to dwell. To be bitter of the things that never went well. Seasons changed, and things…… Read more “When the Heroine Dies”
My skin melts into my sheetsand my depression swallows me whole,I tell time by the dishesstacked up in my sinkas the world keeps turning cold.Boredom is the…… Read more “Because Time has Paused”
The ambient noise of life feels much more lonely than pure silence. It reminds you of others’existence when you are stuck in solitude. The roar of the…… Read more “Silent Thoughts”
Imbue by Jordan Kirkpatrick beat back. they say there’s only every tinsel in neverland. green kitchen in the city, it glows year-round within me. candlestick of a…… Read more “merry everything”
Chaotic world, and we dream of the cosmos
Your carpet is a coastline–
we drift on waves of fuzziness,
the rush of electric surf
She loved me three years too long.
I think that it’s finally time to admit / I have played in a pantomime
Donovan had been expecting today to be different, but the orchestra room inspired the same feelings it always did: awe and shame.