These weeks are often forgettable.
The wind howls in the distance...

I walk with a limp I never knew I had,
cheeks peppered with rosemary and...

I tuck my hair
underneath...

I can't fall asleep if you're
not at ease, steady in my arms...

staring at my coffee cup,
flies begin to gather...

some people can't be
redeemed, no matter how...

I wake up past noon,
limbs anchored to...

it feels impossible
to do more than this...

This is not a dystopia
or some cataclysmic dream...

it's been years since i've stayed up
all night; trust me, this isn't my choosing...

She's still in a dream-like trance,
after all these years. Trauma is a...

I've been inviting you in
far too often...