[tabby title="Poem"] It comes in stages,One by oneUntil we asphyxiate our former selves - Despair has a Wehrmacht of its own;It marches onward,Annihilates death itself And, then, what is leftRemains not much of a mystery:A (very, very) miserable living corpse....

[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"] If I cannot be yours in this lifetime,let me be the bird that sings outside your windowwhen the world forgets to be kind.Let me be the windthat dries the sweat on your neckwhen you walk home from grief....

[tabby title="Poem"] The concept of night is very conflicting to me.At night,I'm true to myself, like the midnight sky.I see through myself, like clear water. But it is in the night that my past haunts me.My own image haunts me.My...