When I grow up, I will make wishes And not tell anyone. Like when you blow the candles out on your birthday And keep the secret to yourself. I don’t know how to keep anything to myself. It always pours out of me like blood or vomit, Spilling everywhere and it’s messy, Falling into the... Continue Reading →
Feeling loss Is a natural release. It is sorrow that flows effortlessly. To lose people who were never really your friends, Is like exfoliating dead skin; There’s still a little trauma Where the new flesh is slightly red and tender From it happening so suddenly and a bit roughly and all at once. My world... Continue Reading →
What does solitude look like? It looks like bluish gray fog in the early evening outside, And a pink lightbulb in an empty bedroom inside. It looks like a 6-year old cat slowly blinking at you only one time. What does solitude taste like? It tastes like a cup of black tea with vanilla soy... Continue Reading →
Sankofa Virgo 