water drips through tiny bristles,

charcoal and mint lay on their prickly bed

white town homes of bones are awaiting cleaning,

black paste washes the surface and the cracks

scrub the centerpiece of the whole community,

your air will thank you later

rinse the bristles of black cleaner,

until the next maintenance request...

loving others comes so natural,

yet i can’t seem to remember what love feels like

love has many definitions,

most say love is a feeling on the inside

“love means no matter what, you have someone to count on,”

yet i stand alone in the darkest times

“love is when something naturally starts to take up more space in your mind,”

i must love a lot of things then

i know what love looks like,

i give e...

our souls dance all night

my heart whispers, stay with me

pull me closer dear

fingers run along smooth skin

finally, i’ve found the one...

your eyes tell a story only i can read

drops of sweat crawl down your face

the walls are slowly moving in to destroy this place

telling your version of events to track a lead

beginning with names and dates

details so morbid you can’t help but whine

the pieces of the puzzle finally start to align

when they’re caught, they will meet their fate...

the one day a year that’s all about me

excitement is expected, not fear

another revolution around the sun

while each minute passes the young fades

getting older is good for experience

but as time goes on i can’t help but wonder which day will be my last...

before i love you

i need to love myself first

do you deserve me?...

my bare feet on the frozen floor tiles

misery, tired eyes and a forced smile

freckles hop, skip and jump between limbs

fading hair that needs a trim

freely by my side, arms dangle and sway

body language telling of my disarray

left boob has always been bigger

scaling my torso thinking “today its a little thicker”

stretch marks flow across my butt and inner thigh

they’re beautiful but i still as...

Today I found a path going deep into the woods and through the naked trees, I spotted a tattered chest covered in rose vines. As I got closer, the air began to thicken. Through the spaces in the vines I could see the chest had engraved writing on the top that read “Les roses sont rouges, le ciel de minuit est noir, une touche de vigne et tu ne reviendras jamais.” I can’t read French but how bad co...