The clock peels my skin,
minute by minute, patient.
It does not forget.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Clocks slip through my teeth,
counting hours spent waiting
for you to return.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 12:46 AM UTC
The house leans inward.
Creaking beams, hollowed-out walls.
It was not built well.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 1:30 AM UTC
The grocery list
was in her shaking hand.
I traced the letters,
but never found her name.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC
A dead moth, preserved.
Pinned beneath glass forever.
Still, the dust falls off.
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
Stale air, sinking walls—
mirrors bend but won’t reflect,
not meant to be here.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
I am not her child,
I am her ghost, red-mouthed, raw,
reliving her sin.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
if I tell you what happened to me
you’ll never be able to unsee it
if you leave, I won’t blame you
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 2:18 AM UTC
i wrote my name on fogged glass,
just to prove i was here.
no one else has ever bothered
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
I need.
I need you to look.
To want.
To touch.
To confirm I exist.
I empty myself.
I fold, I fit, I mold.
I shrink until there is nothing left but you.
I let you carve yourself into my skin,
so I will never unlearn you.
I do not exist without you.
I do not exist
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC