i opened up to my own arms. my partner taught me how to hold myself. how even when the borderline girl inside me fractures, love stays to remind the pulse before a hurricane it doesn’t need to scream to be seen. and through the tears i released into...

through a spectre hoping to become anything but what society forces it to be. she holds a petaled moonflower knowing a firefly’s light shines differently if they choose it. a fox finds the brush it knows to lead it to the path whispering meadow, it’...

trifolds 2 — a dream a curse mythic 3 — Oblivion, Mirror, Field of wheat 6 — Endings A M She hopes sooner than later she won’t flinch when thunder comes. Illuminating life reminds her how she keeps being carved out. A dream and a curse sleep beneath...

I merged with the talon of a hawk. You merged with the prayers a fox kept before winter. Dusk emptied me of the hope that gave a dove flight. You ascended out of my corpse. I was the ghost heaven asked to forget. ⋯⋯⋯ I thought for so long that dying...

...sarah... sarah... Blaring lights scream into hollowed eyes reflecting wind. it wasn’t my fault, it wasn't my fault, it wasntmyfaultitwasnt I breathe… My ribs exhale as my right hand moves to rub my thigh. I inhale… it’s happening again. I ex...

There are nights the body remembers before the mind ever catches up. Nights where the ribs hold their breath first, as if they already know what’s coming. This is one of those nights. Through the cracks in my own marrow, I learned prayers were never...

There’s a moment the body remembers before the mind does. that split-second where grief sharpens and the pulse stutters, like it already knows tonight might be heavy again. This came from the part of me that once believed ending my life could be a r...

Excerpt from, "Diaries of a Borderline" "They’ll lead her to what she seeks. They have to . . . She stitches her ribs with roses and sunbeams. She stands in courage." We’ve all had that moment, holding ourselves together in the dark, hoping someone...

A pondering she had in the bath, A voice said, “if you carved a key, what would it be made of…? my heart fluttered choose us. I spoke. The answer was butterflies. I asked why. The voice said butterflies flap their wings incessantly to float and fly ...