Hora Aurea
I used to love birthdays, when the water reflected the sky like a sharp cut…
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jigsaw pieces
jigsaw pieces on the floor orphaned words without a home a constellation of frenzied thoughts…
Let the Bird Fly to Where Freedom Lies
“Where is my family?!” “You’ll never find them!” The woman yelled as she grabbed my…
Revival
Each night I pray that I will meet my lover once again. His name rhymes…
White Noise
This white noise is holding me hostage with a gun to the head making demands…
Humanity on a Scale
If a being that’s separate from us mortals, made a final judgement based on morals,…
The Planet’s dying, btw.
It was the middle of winter. The air was humid and weighed heavily on Jaz’s…
aftermath
eyes glance scared stare i fold into you you dig your fingers into me with…
it comes to me at night
I think I’m alright, but my dreams whisper my inner doubts. they show me I’m…