the letter s

the letter s has come to mean a significant amount to me ~ shaky, something i always am. silent, me, … More

my ramblings ~ a stream of consciousness of the last few days

you could tell when it got bad- black circles; bruised a dark blue yellow the look of terror and the … More

i live in a land of interrupted afternoons where plans for jobs and dreams fall through i say ‘just hear … More

the boy who sits in front of me smells like he went wandering in a field of thc the girl … More

something about the silence is enough to slow my heartbeat and speed up my breathing who knew soft socked footsteps … More

i am never-endingly tired. i hurt, constantly. sometimes it’s a dull ache, other days my ribcage cracks open. bone splinters … More

and i wake up screaming hear your voice like you and take all of your pain away even if it … More

harsh electric lights- the faint buzz of asbestos waiting in the ceiling how long how many hall wandering breath stealing … More

grow confused about what aren’t huckleberries your feet will leak, moss. not as green in pictures someone who looks like … More

you were unconscious, a frozen scream on my lips like a lullaby for the dead flowers outside your window unable … More

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