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Tag: portfollio
A Guide on How to Feel
I’m still here. A new poem from yours truly. Written on the Brown Line in Chicago. 9.29.22 at a bar in new york city i cried the grime caked under my finger nails and staining the tips the mascara smears under my eyes, blue shadows, rings of red like warpaint the way ink from a […]
The Void
11 October 2021 I trace the outline of the moon with the pad of my fingertip. the little divots and creases never appear to be as bright against the milky milieu of the night. spinning against through the void. the all encompassing manic swirl of stars that collapse and die in a dramatic finale.
Woman and the Machine
28 September 2020 The whiz and whirl of the machine startles me and makes my heart pound in anticipation. I cannot survive without it the bane of my existence if only for a moment I can continue to see the world around me. my tongue feels heavy and fuzzy in its place on the roof […]
The Ballad of Tough Truths
3 December 2018 It seems funny, almost surreal that the best ideas would form in the shower. A warm tantalizing place where sometimes death has been known to occur. It’s too late to turn around in the shower. When you realize that the person you hold closest to your broken heart stabbed you. The place […]
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