I am but a windthrow: left naked before the world stretching my fingers up into the air— there is a freedom to this clarity despite the way I’m being seen my body becoming home to a thousand little lives— grateful for my sacrifice, welcoming the feeling of my flesh…
gilded cages — never once did they protect everything that matters and yet I lay my splintered heart in them begging them to keep it safe I believe they have ignored my pleas…
a heart in a heart a pomegranate in my hand red liquid staining white fabric…
there is a rope of thoughts that seizes my heart and drags me down It never seems to cease I try to crawl my way out of this never ending cave My scream is tied to me it rips my throat as it too reaches for air…
a silent room with heavy stares— they carry expectations very loudly scrunched up noses, narrowed eyes— they cut through me and leave me naked I miss the forest and the ocean they are another type of silent…