[tabby title="Poem"] In another life, I won’t relate to Plath.I’ll pass by her name like a stranger in a hallway,no mirror pulling me into her sorrow. I won’t write poetry.Ink won’t ache to translate what the heart can’t hold.I’ll live...

[tabby title="Poem"] I have an enemyand it doesn’t need weapons.It lives inside me,eats without leaving teeth marks,kills without leaving a body.If it were a bullet,you’d hear it.If it were blood,you’d believe me.You’d press your hands to my chestand call it...

[tabby title="Poem"] Scars are beautiful.You bled,you prayed,you stitched yourselfwhen the world had already written your ending. They are proofyou survived what most couldn’t,you rose where others collapsed,you kept breathing even when breathing felt violent. I’m more proud of youwhen you...

[tabby title="Poem"] I drown myself in tasks,pour coffee five times a day,so even in those brief seconds,my hands are not idle, my mind not still. I raise the music to a scream,to drown the voice that gnaws,the voice that sounds...

[tabby title="Poem"] I loved you like a desperate prayerwhispered in a burning churchno gods came,just ashes in my hands.I gave you my breath,my blood,my silenceyou took it alland turned away.You were never mineonly a ghost I worshippeduntil I cracked.I loved...