reminiscing on
eyeliner so thick
everyone will know
you’re crying
Tag Archives: confessional poetry
Brunch is just a fancy word for sleeping through your alarm clock
taught to wear
resiliency in braided hair
Grrr-ipped: A Poem
Understanding
isn’t something
I can grovel for
Notice a Pattern
Yes, there are dark corners
to cling to
I Hate This Dream
on a crumbling seawall
you wanna talk
ultimate dreams
Prose-Poem: The Placing
The green of the air.
The scent of choking desert.
