omg look more writing. this one is less of a poem and more of a short story (still connected to my 2 previous ones tho - i think ive got a little series going on lol). hope u enjoy :-) there was a time when i was on the road where i worked in a motel. i needed a place to stay, but had no money (i had lost it all at that point). the owner was a frightening old man - bald with a perpetually angry ex... » Continue Reading
hey wow look another poem. for context this is inspired by the girl character in my previous poem, roadkill angel , as well as a funny and strangely poetic text my friend sent me last night (sam i know you can't read this but im talking about you). anyway yeah this isnt based on me at all lol i just wanted to make that clear. ok cool bye jesus is my best friend i never feel alone in any room beca... » Continue Reading
lets go lesbians lets go “there's a wolf prowling about. have you heard?” I turn to her as she whispers this to me, dark hair shining as the small fractals of light from the stained glass window reflect upon its silky surface. my eyes widen a fraction, confused. “no, well– I guess I have. I assumed that was what had been…” a silence falls, and the preacher teetering behind the pulpit continues ... » Continue Reading
summer reminds me that i am a girl again whenever people ask my my favorite season, i always say it's winter i like the frigid air and the snow but i don't think that winter is always kind to me it turns me into something cold, hollow, wolfish i lie under my covers for days on end and growl at people who come near me my heart ices over but summer is familiar i get to wear shirts that show my s... » Continue Reading
hi here's a little thing i wrote (poem? story? idk) abt some characters of mine. hope u enjoy even just a little bit when he finds her, she's sprawled out on the lawn in front of his trailer, the yellowed grass scratching her bare legs her shoes long gone one sock missing dirt staining the fabric of her clothes she's a runaway, he thinks, he knows it for sure, actually one of those roadkill girl... » Continue Reading
home is the long yellow grass and ivy the cracked and broken sidewalks that I tend to trip over the roadkill on the edge of the street and the black cat sitting beneath the juniper bush home is the funny smell that comes from the ocean the car with a tree growing through it the tiny dog behind the fence and sparrows that nest in the roof I am the black cat with wide yellow eyes and I am th... » Continue Reading
every night after I brush my teeth I try and go to bed so I get under my covers and think about sleeping but I can feel a presence above me so I open my eyes and my gaze drifts to the talking heads poster above my bed and David Byrne stares at me with his really wide eyes like god and I look at him and ask "David have I done something?" and he responds by saying nothing and just stands there and I... » Continue Reading