All these things I can't release
onto you...

She is hibiscus tea
quenching my soul...

Lately, I keep making
grave mistakes...

Everything settles before me -
my breath...

In one day,
seasons spin...

I can't tell if something's
changing in me or if it's the...

Freewrite/ Rant
Will I ever stop being...

Holidays were
always coarse...

The night unbraids
my bones...

Nameless, touched
only by depression’s chill...

I thought I had
buried the remaining bitterness...

We meet them with
violence they are trying...