Point or flex your feet, then let them relax.
“You will be fine. Let's continue.”

i drop my classes so there is time for me to draw out the time

the news today tells a story that is nothing “new,” but rather the same old story on repeat

sadness knows. it knows exactly how to rest between my ribs and use them as a ladder

desecrated by man’s tools and are bound to be ignored by the soles and pillars of concrete jungles

It adds that a journey from one beloved form to another is a sacred pilgrimage.

an act of violence one lived, like a haunted baby nursing on a breast of pain

living to watch them grow is more important to me than a skinny body

I wake and I’m piloting a doomed machine that lost the fight miles ago

I want I NEED to rip to tear this skin my chrysalis