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(Archival, November 10, 2025) Release us as two balloons at the ends of the earth and I’ll come find you We’ll meet again somewhere between the seagulls and trash fires If we were clouds Let’s hover over to your worst enemy’s house And we’ll hold hands as we piss on his roof So we don’t drift apart in the wind. It’s weird how much I don’t want to chuck you in a dumpster fire Considering you’re the…
For some stupid reason I check the heart counters on these posts But I don’t know if you even read these Or if you even remember that I write here at all
I’ve been watching pizza reels online And I think, maybe you’re an anchovy pizza Delicious to me, but I know you’d hate it In my head I’m picking at the pizza like a kid Mommy, it has fish And olives And garlic Mommy I don’t want to eat it all in one go The reels starve me It might be easier if anchovy pizza Was disgusting to me too
I look behind me And it seems my shadow Has swapped itself with yours
I realized we stood on different mountains When you apologized for not being good enough I wanted good You just wanted to be enough
The first three days were like an exhale After months of cocooning All the moths in my chest But each day after that I coughed up sand That had crept past teeth and under eyelids When I thought I had clothed myself I lay on this shore numb as the cool water Weathers away my flesh and sinew And only grief finds a home in my shell It wasn’t big enough for both of us And so here we are And so here we…
Lay the bricks of the home we were to share And build yourself as the man you dreamed to be And marry my ghost and bear with her another With your curls and my eyes And late at night, drive my ghost around town To get chicken sandwiches and ice cream While you have my ghost blind rank Five different songs you put on stereo And watch our shows and tell her all your facts And don’t forget to bring…
(archival, July 13, 2025) We kiss at the boundary. Your taste is saline but pleasant My breath is fresh like winter’s morning. We touch tenderly at first, My soft streams reaching out to caress your cheek, And your tide erodes me slowly, As we spill into each others’ depths In a place where only the night sky knows of our meeting. And so it happens. Our storms surge against each other Your seafoam…
I throw a lily on your corpse and bury you. As I shovel dirt into the hole in which you lay, the flower falls from your chest and onto the earth surrounding you, buried all the same. You wouldn't have held onto it, even if you were alive. You thought flowers were impractical and expensive. But lilies are much more symbolic to me. I think you would've been proud to see what we'd accomplished when…
I herd sheep I round them up and they heed my command But they look at me at eye level And I feel like I'm one of them Perhaps my soft fur Is like the plushness of their wool And perhaps my strong bays Sound to them like familiar bleats And even still One or another escapes the roundup I've failed And I chase but they are taken I've failed The predators look like me I've failed But they have…
Fingertips flit across the strings, palm tapping against the body percussively. I feel the sound, the vibrations, echo from the hollow of the instrument and envelope me, enraptured. My boyfriend plays his bass and I love it. I scroll through the internet and watch other people play and I love it. I play mine and I love it. Then hate it. Hate myself. Sudden discord, post-performance static…
10pm, city wide blackouts. My cousins and I would huddle around and make wax people out of candle drippings - apprentices to Madame Tussaud. Sticky heat, sweat and mild body odor. The smell of singed wood from dropping wax on ants. Sepia colored memories dipped in candlelight. Fireflies used to laugh along with us, but it’s more quiet now. In the background, a dull mechanical thrum that never…
Twenty-five. Initializing systems. Activating neurons. Firing synapses. Processing stored memory. ... ... Pre-frontal cortex... [OFFLINE] Re-initiating pre-frontal cortex. ... ... Pre-frontal cortex... [OFFLINE] Emergency protocol activated. Shutting down. ... ... Scrap metal, obsolete machinery - whirring to life without directive, ERROR shutting down. A loop. The stench of torment hanging over a…
An echo of my old self. Why must I compare? I was forged in different realms, different planes. Harsher, more livid. Where anger brought peace and suffering meant sacrifice. Held in place by the chains of deprivation - a poverty of wealth, love, and time. Do I deem the restraints broken? Or have I merely learned to walk in place? They come to me like locusts in a plague. They sting and my throat…