It’s June, and the grief is sweating through my skin.

This is a bit different from what I usually post but here we are. It's June. What can you do.

May 2026

Twenty-Something

Pick a career.

How to Breathe

Your name has taken

Indigestible

Tangled in my own intestines,

Eat the flesh I bear

Eat the flesh I bear

The day I buried myself

I sewed her eyes shut

Becoming.

Teeth graze the edge of exhale,

Still Here

I am an artist.

October 2024

Scar Tissue

My teenage skin doesn’t Fit anymore, hanging loose, Blood pooling at the seams, A different family’s daughter Slithers into the bones I left In the room…