shattered shoulders; we mix earth with water, sink limbs into runny clay it is melancholy, it is anger, it is resentment, it is longing ~a poetry collection~

an anthology on the Chicagoland area.

this is how i left you.

That is what she said to me, I think.

i'm brittle. snap me. i like the sound. [2017-18]

i just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addiction, sex, sh.

drown in ichor.

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

life imitates bad television ✧ highest ranking- #31 in poetry ✧

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞