Your fingers play a melody on my bare fleshMy hip your phantom pianoBut the song remains hidden from meAnd you forget that I am hereYour lips crush mine, teeth scraping my neckMy body a thing to pour your lust intoBut your eyes remain closed to meAnd you forget that I am hereThen we lay in the light of your phoneMy back for you to rest your hand onBut your thoughts remain blocked from meAnd you...

Because of you, love,I opened a stubborn door from New York to Michigan—I thought it frosted over as I chased eastern lights for years, Breathless. Remember when I pointed out Orion in your parent’s basement? We laughed at your blank ceiling and ourselves and your sisters, Spread less like a sky full of planets and stars, and more like a yard sale of mismatched silverware and chipped vases. Dis...

My daggerTongue slidesSlitheringElegantlyInto your earLike the songOf a lostChild inThe mistsEchoes through timeOf thisHaunting embraceFog's fingersReach throughYour eyesClouded visionYieldsLittle harmSecretlyDiamonds gleamBeneath your socketsReflections ofOtherworldsDreams and mythsLong lostIn the mists

Am I theSerpentSlowly driftingBetween the legsOf unwittingFoolsVenom drippingDown my lipsNumbNever havingSunk these fangsInto anything butMy ownCheeksStop talkingParalyzedAm I theReptileWho mistookMy legs forImaginary wingsFigments ofMy mindWith no clue thatI am notBrokenJust forgetfulJust forgetfulForgetfulCannot forgetCannot lieTalented at ignoringMy own transparencyFingers splayedIn the wind...

I speakBut I haveNo tongueIt has been tornRipped from meAs a lace is pulledFrom a shoeI was tongue tiedA pretty bowI could walkBut no moreI stumbleAnd stutterAs one could stutterWith a smileOn my faceGleaming teethLike garnetsToo little too lateSmileHelloLips stretchedOver clenched bonePearls dyedPrettyWords flowLike ink down my chinBut onlyI know theLanguageMy neck is the canvasJackson Polloc...

MANIC! MUSIC! MEDIA! MONDAY! MANIC! MUSIC! MEDIA! MONDAY!I started one morning this past week with Kanye Fever.I swear my body can practically feel when a Kanye album is around the corner. I start twitching & needing to wear all red.I started by listening to God Is King, which is actually not so bad. Though, I feel like it’s not really treated as part of his catalogue; there are moments on...

Some time ago, I started talking to this guy that I met at a function. He wasn’t from the area, and so we continued conversation and got to know one another from a distance. We texted every day, used Snapchat so we wouldn’t forget what the other looked like, and after a month of this, we leveled up to phone calls and Facetime. I remember the rush of relief I felt when I heard his voice again. ...

There is no timeI am displacedNo explanationOnly disgraceThere's no solutionI'm cut in twoAlmost betrothedBut not to youFulfilment goneNo grand planSacrificial cutsA tasty young lamb

Music is always here for us, whatever our mood, whenever the time. It can soundtrack a blissful, lazy Sunday. It can reach an arm around our shoulders on a blue morning. It can even scream alongside us in the night.  We used to twist the radio dial until a song sputtered out, made our bodies ape it. Today, the likes of Spotify will do the hard work for us; cobbling together like-minded tracks ...

You pinned me against a window full of wedding dresses; Hauntingly delicate like sheer curtains with the weight of marble and impossible to reverse decisions.My head and my heart broke out in a race but did not communicate about the direction-I run as fast as I can toward the one I know I can catch.Fingers turning white from pressure at the knuckles, begging them to not skip ahead, to the part ...