i’m bad with death because it doesn’t scare me. the source is my deepest love. naked understanding with the scent of home. when i meet them finally, fully i’ll weep for joy. but humans don’t want that. when faced with death, we want comfort that isn’t too comfortable. we want it’ll-be-okay’s that come with tears.... Continue Reading →
it takes all kinds: a poem
This is for all my b-words who don’t play nice, for all my freaks who don't care, for all my boys who wear shorts in the snow, and for all my girls whose shoes don’t match. This is for my drama kings with mohawks and nose rings, for all my deadpans in black and stripes,... Continue Reading →
Fib : a poem
I’m a girl of lucid dreams but no hobbies. I’m a girl with a body that lies. “Fix me!” says my posture. “Educate me!” says my pop-culture gaps. “Show me a good time!” says my quiet evenings. “I like-like you <3” says my uncomfortable smile. Meanwhile, all I want is to go back home to... Continue Reading →
Protagonized. 
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