Category Archives: Poetry
After I Drowned
When I came back up I was dead. I’m still dead. I’m not here. My eyes are water blue, and my lungs are full of salt. I want to burn something into my skin to prove I exist. I want … Continue reading
Independence
If I cut off my hands for you, if I cut myself to pieces for you, if I pulled myself apart bit by bit, if I lost all of myself, then I would be perfect, I imagine, the perfect bride … Continue reading
For a Long Time
Cold fingertips I’ve been dead for a long time, little more than a gift for the field mice, for the beetles and rooks. Cold eyelashes I’ve been down here for days and weeks, while everything is thinner on my bones … Continue reading
Promise Me
You’re going to hurt me. You’re going to break my heart. The funny thing is, I’m going to let you. I’m going to welcome it. You’re not forbidden. You’re not even bad news. The love of you won’t kill me. … Continue reading
Color Me Always
Going under, a rising tide of cold takes it all from me I thought you were mine and then somewhere in there, my words and voice were gone I was yours and I wasn’t my own but you were careless … Continue reading