My work 

i’ve tried so hard to write this poem, to show my love, to keep my promises. the words haven’t come to me. i asked the stars. i’ve only...

and, my favourite kind of romance is the kind where i haven’t always the courage to be myself yet the stars tilt a hand under my jaw and...

street lights have been flickering at me continuously. as soon as i notice a month slipping through my fingers, a year seems to fall with...

[very small excerpt from a personal poem i would like to share] what is more poetic than a prophetic girl wishing she had been wrong?...

my poems are searching for me; frantically, under the bed. frantically. i’ve been writing about ruining young girls and terrified women...

shrink to be digestible, shrink to be palatable - choke on me. choke. (the ouroborus bites is own tail off and the cycle ends. ruin a...

wet puppies. did someone’s hands have to be stained? i am stain. ink. bleed. bleed. wrong? 16/24/3 years for most of the time , most of...

and hatred is adoration in it’s own way too. , of course! me in the wreckage of the world, me: the wreckage of the world. of all the...

conversations with her and the universe and suddenly! i am finding my way back to myself (paper boats, paper hearts, paper butterflies)

and there’s no part of me i can’t find and speak to, whether hidden in the crook of my hip or the hollow of my fingertips, i will find...

the sunshine visits me in winter. she filters through my window and climbs up the expanse of my skin; i laugh because it’s a bit ticklish.

i write about delicacy and i write about breath. i write more than i ever have. my fingers intertwine with shadows. i lay on my bed in...

i do not desire existence, i crave it. conversations with her and the universe remind me i am real. holding my own hand and finding my...

rain lulls me to sleep. i hope i don’t bore you reader. every poem is the same?

i close my eyes very slowly before i sleep, i let them slide shut; i let them drift down and settle. what happens behind my eyes is...

i wrote a poem on a post-it note and lost it somewhere. the lines floated away from me and some part of me wanted to let them. the...

more love for the interludes :) i am an ache; a thorn in the side of someone who doesn’t know me. what is it to know someone? if i spent...

i love these interludes!!! so much they’re so pretty and perfect. and i think they help me when i’m struggling to get my words on the...

HEY EVERYONE 😁 i’ve written so much today it’s insane; one sunset and i’m handwriting 5 pages like an insane woman 😭 i’m cool with it...