I miss the days of easy intimacy
When I could step out of class and right into an embrace,
When lunchtimes could be spent with an easy arm over my shoulder,
When free moments came with hair ruffles
And cuddle puddles atop beanbags.
Giggles in the air, shuffling to get comfortable, until
The rest.
I miss that tranquility of intimacy.
When a hand would trace slow circles on my knee,
When fingers wo...
The pin dropped.
“HOW _COULD_ YOU?!” Her arms flew in the air, slamming the door behind them as she took menacing steps toward him across the tiled floor.
“I didn’t know!” Hands held in surrender as he hid his face from her glare.
“How could you not know!” She seethed under her breath, suddenly remembering they weren’t the only ones in the building.
Her eyes held a fire he had only ever seen ...
What is there to say
About us?
Nothing,
Except for the days of shared earbuds and music and laughs
In all those mornings, or even in class,
Or the time we ran together through the rain,
You held my glasses in your sweater as I embraced the pain
Of being blind
Because I didn’t think that you’d ever leave me behind.
Or when you held me close and I wished you’d never let go
Every one of my feelin...
If it’s what you say
It must be true,
So go on, feel free,
Say all the things that you want to.
I’ll just sit here,
Eyes open but
mouth sewn and zipped,
Because god forbid
I call you out on your shit.
If I utter a single word to refute,
Press unmute,
Dare to look you in the eye,
I’m met with uproar—
Or worse, dead silence.
Like “fuck, they ruined
the goddamn party again,
Would’ve been fun
if ...
I am made entirely of flaws,
Stitched together by good intentions.
I come from a land with no laws,
Different forms in all my reflections.
I traverse an invisible line,
Between the morally right and wrongs.
I dance, my feet in time,
Bending to the death-marching songs.
You know me by many names,
For I drop pseudonyms like plagues.
Some call my work “games,”
Because I like to keep the rules vague...
The city
was cleaner than any I’d ever seen.
From afar
it’s shape unique to any I’d ever been,
With no tall spires or dark looming streets,
Everything was bright,
Colors rolling into one another like
The blending of paint by a patient hand.
Each aspect was balanced,
Smooth and and purposeful,
With enough light to feel alive at night,
But consequently see the stars.
The roads were unbusy,
s...
Death is not lonely.
The immortal being never sleeps,
Never stops,
Never breathes.
Until Death met her.
Unlike Death,
the young human was petrifyingly mortal,
her life teetering on the edge.
Sometimes she would visit,
between the beats of her struggling heart,
never knowing
if this is the time she would stay.
It was like this that their friendship grew,
With snippets of
rumination and ponderi...
I stand where I’ve stood for all my
Off-shelf life
When I meet Lilly the first time.
The bustling crowds disperse,
Chatter fading between booths,
As she makes her way to mine.
With awe we meet eyes,
Hers curious,
Mine open wide.
I cannot move,
Turned off—stationary
but she must have seen some sign,
For she reached out her hand,
Resting it onto mine.
And for the first time
Emotion rises underneat...
