my blood is dripping from your teeth
on the window pane, your bed, the door
crimson puddles gather at my feet
and i scrub my blood off the floor
i knew i couldn’t trust you
when your fleece turned to fur
when you turned to what you were
when your eyes turned muddy grey
when “my flesh seems sweet,” you say
and i scrub my blood off your floor
and the world will hear
when my voice sounds again
when two years pass, or ten
when i’ve overcome this fear
when i’ve cried every tear
i’ll scrub my blood off the floor
but the blood on the floor will smear
when you’ve stopped holding me down
stopped your beastly, snarling frown
i’ll get on my knees, start scrubbing the ground
and the blood on my floor will smear
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
Me, the one with justice-filled tears
Too many cigarettes and half-empty beers
Me, the one who took two years to talk
Too many long years for you to mock
Me, the one who you know was terrified
Too many opportunities for your hands to lie
Me, the one bleeding in front of the shark
Too far, too young, but you’ve left your mark
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 3:58 PM UTC
Hold the pink ribbon over my eyes
The one holding my hair in a perfect bow
Black suits, black shoes, black ties
Black coffee and a pink ribbon, to-go
A pop of color in an office
In a school, a city, a world
I have the same position as you
But you only see that my hair’s curled
With my black suit, black shoes, black tie
Pink ribbon tying my cute up-do
Though I’m not monochromatic
I am exactly the same as you
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 8:51 AM UTC
Dear Mother of Pearl,
Protector of Seas,
I have seen your shimmer
And it is everything to me
I’ve the seen the gold flakes
On top of the wave
The lonely silver hermits
Hidden in the cave
The iridescent sun
And its pearly rays
You have shown me hope
And much brighter days
Oh, Mother of Pearl,
Salt in the Seas,
You are the water I float in
And the air that I breathe
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
Screeching as day breaks
As minutes tick by
Bird imitators
Dove coos are now fake
Summer makes my heart
Tick faster than flight
Time falls to puddles
And lands at my feet
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
All they would let me know,
Tell me, to fail is to grow
Held my wings under the sky
Waiting for the day I would fly
But the wings didn’t flap, only flail
Because to grow, you must fail
So when I tumbled down in a landslide
Your best option was to keep me inside
The one thing you’ll forever know
My needs to you will never tailor
They tell me to fail is to grow
But you have sheltered me from failure
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
When you die, you hear this ringing in your ears. Your mind completely shuts off, you pass out, and go limp. Although it is the day you feared the most in your entire life, you feel eerily calm. Peaceful. Still. The world simply passes you by as you wait for something more, nothingness or Heaven. And then the memories come back, appearing in front of you as your blood stops circulating. No matter what some people have told you, they don’t come rushing back, like the time you tried to swim through the waves on the beach, but ended up tumbling backwards and being pulled under, but slow and steady, like you’re watching a movie. You’re now thinking about art and all forms of entertainment, how literature and music and dance and sculpture and any kind of artistry were made for expression and rebellion. When thinking about rebellion, you think of governments and America gaining her independence and European history and the conquistadors and matter-of-fact every moment in history, and realize how little your life was. You never got to travel to every country, talk to every person, learn every skill, or even skydive, but you’re okay with this. You remember listening to your favorite song for the first time, jaw-dropping and stopping everything you were doing. You remember every person you’ve ever loved, your friends you never got to say goodbye to, your parents who you wished had been nicer and wished you had been too, the image of your future child who never existed, but you guessed one day might. You think about how you never won the lottery, but were lucky in all the experiences you had won. You remember driving with your friend, not best friend, since you didn’t like making a hierarchy of people you loved, and driving her black Jeep up the mountain to watch the stars. As your body feels icily cold now, you remember watching the sunrise that morning, drifting up, towards the horizon, into the peach-colored sky.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
when the enforcers flooded the streets
the dead bodies flooded it too
and then their red blood smeared on the guns
they had to prove they bled red too
and then the children were sent away
to be entirely consumed
and then the bullets became so expensive
that the people started buying only one
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
Every minute of my life I’ve been shown
With a lens- that is my own
A documented life- with a button on record
A life I did not pick on my own accord
You ask me to widely smile
That I’ll do- for just a while
Until you tell me that I’m done
But we both know- that’ll never come
So- with a life as a show- for years now
With episodes and trailers- with no bow
You stick the microphone in my face
Yell at me for taking up too much space-
On the camera, on the stage-
On the video for your tiny wage-
On the red button flashing bright-
As I perform from day to night-
On your phone, in your screen
On every face you’ve ever seen-
In your posts, your camera roll
In every electronic with a soul-
In every stage light, red or blue
I’m a camera in your view.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
I looked through the looking glass and I found myself
look ing gla d .
I looked through and I found my
o l d self,
my
o l d d
r e a m s ,
f u l
f
I l l e
d .
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC