Photo by Joseph Barrientos on Unsplash. they say, “the tide raises all ships,” but here I am, s i n k i n g into the abyss. on my toes in...

Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash an old man stopped me in the parking lot one day. we exchanged smiles, pleasantries, and, inevitably,...

Photo by Aleks Dahlberg on Unsplash. you drag me deeper into you with every sigh. I long to be the breath you catch in your throat, the...

Photo by Jian Xhin on Unsplash I followed your scent; a headfirst descent into loneliness and regret. I’m no swimmer but I can dive...

Photo by Eduardo Cano Photo Co. on Unsplash if only you could read my lips, you would know just how much they miss you. they were softer...

Photo by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash sometimes i sit and stare at the wall, feeling so much, i feel nothing at all. i’ve become so numb i...

I am the ice queen. I am cold comfort on a hot morning after a long night of sweating tossing and turning. I am the ice queen, the one...

Is it really worth the damage searching for yourself deep within your wreckage? Digging through the broken the bleeding the bruised parts...

I keep your heart locked in my bedside drawer. Not a locker, not a safe, because I swore to keep it close even after you went away. Close...

they say your body replaces itself every seven years. your cells replicate, replace, remold. but I still feel you deep in my bones every...

Photo by Stephany Lorena on Unsplash. Edited by Jenna Malin on Wix. Keeping your heart is a blood sport I know I’ll never win. It slips...

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Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash I love Halloween. Yes, I am that basic white girl. But I’m not pumpkin spice and everything nice, I’m...

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash. Edited by Jenna Malin. You are the first magical drop of sunlight after years of endless rain. You...

what have I done to deserve the way you make me hurt? the way your words burrowed into my skin; the very dirt I’m buried in. what have I...

I miss the feeling of you breaking my heart and calling it “art”. The way its fragments splintered tore me apart and the way you marveled...

It’s a foggy morning inside my head. Dew settles at the base of my skull a damp film across my dull thoughts, if I dare think any to...

I’ve always been an easy target. Naturally blonde, forever too fond, and too easily forgotten. My wings are easily clipped bones often...

Happy International Women's Day 2021! if you can’t handle unbridled courage, this raging current of the river Femme, if you can’t handle...

If I had a dollar for every time someone has told me, "You have to learn to let things go," maybe I could afford the kind of intensive...