I have been told people who take warm showers are lonely,that they crave bodies. So, sometimes I think myselfevil brute,chewing onflesh to tear itfrom their bones tobuild myselfprecarious bodies,upon which I can balancemy very delicate ego. But mostly, I think myselfone-eyed cyclops, narrow-visioned,searching only for warmth,as cold rain pours from the showerhead above.
A visual poem made of an old school project and newspaper headlines.
A funny first kiss poem, or horror story? 👻
日本に住みたい = I want to live in Japan.
So…I cheated at NaPoWriMo 👀👀👀
A poem because I’m a sad young person.
‘As I grew older, I began to feel a different, yet familiar, emotion in the same part of my heart – experiencing something so real but wondrous you feel as if you’re in a dream’ – @christinemaricomics When I am there,when I feel every spark and crackle against my heartbeat, I don’t feel like dreaming.I feelContinue reading “First-Act Curtain”
A haiku about a childhood photograph 👶🏽
A poem about taking care of myself in quarantine 🛁