i was six years old in a pew too big, swinging my legs, counting the breaths between each "amen" and the next "forgive me." they told me to close my eyes, i felt something looking back. felt my own name slip between my teeth, didn’t say it out loud, didn’t belong to me yet. they said I’d feel whole if I let it in, dipped my hands in water too cold. said it would make me clean but I just felt ow... » Continue Reading
made these last week, also made a fun ghoul one which was my fav :') but I gave it to my friend 2 match w my party bracelet!!!! :3 I have a million beads gimme suggestions PLEASE » Continue Reading
metallic taste in your mouth, burnt sugar sickness pooling in the back of your throat— unlearning practices. like sharp milk teeth and the sickening crack of bones. i am the drug and the diagnosis, the red monster and the waves. never whole » Continue Reading
in march i’m seventeen and starving for something i can’t name. all bones and bad decisions, my lungs full of cold air and my hands full of nothing. i don’t know when it started—maybe the first time i saw myself through someone else’s eyes and didn’t like what was there. or maybe it was before that, when i learned that love comes with expiration dates and fine print. you press your lips to my fo... » Continue Reading
jersey sits where i left it. kids still outside past dark mouthing off at passing cars. i used to be one of them, spitting curses like sunflower seeds. winter used to mean the AC ran hot, air thick and damp like a second skin. breathable, bearable. i used to press my palms to the vents and pretend the warmth was something given, not stolen. honeysuckles still rot sweet on the fences but i reme... » Continue Reading