Maybe I'll go away Maybe if my form dissipates Maybe if you’d kept to yourself I’d be okay   But I will grow And my petals will curl Around the holes Left in my leaves   Around the spaces of conversation Left empty because I couldn’t tell If you were listening   Around every spot… Continue reading Mundane



everything hurts. starting in my cells that do not belong to you. in my stomach where my atoms restlessly jitter. ricocheting cluttered together stardust and stomach acid from atoms to pores that my tears collect in and my skins screams my skin screams everything