Blood Still Blue

I wanted you to be someone I could rest my bones with, some warm entity that would hide me from a colder world. I could burrow into your sweater. I could pretend I am someone else. My skin is dry and my lips crack. But your hot touch does not reach my veins and your…

Accuracy

– when you’re told to listen to chill music when all you wanna do is scream to anthems. – when you’re told to lay down in bed or in a bath when all you wanna do is sprint or climb a mountain or punch anything – everything. – when you’re told to breathe slower when…

Orlando

Can the pounding of their hearts grow louder than your gunshots? Hearts that have beat for centuries, hearts that waged wars quieter than your blows, softer than the kisses, and heavier than your guilt. Do not speak of liberty floating free when your own blood has rusted and lays in chunks beneath your lungs. You…