people had always told her to hold her breath.
now she knows that you do not stop on the inhale.
when you are a monster, you breathe fire.
you watch the world burn.
you do not apologize for being.

people forget
that in order to rise
you had first to fall

i think i fell in love with an idea
and i thought the idea was you

i think i fell out of love with you
when i realized i felt more alone
with you than without

trigger warning: themes of ****/noncon.






sunlight tilting through chlorophyll
unseen water smoothing stone
and i think that if i stand here long enough -

the tears on my cheeks might
flow into the river and go out to sea

the impartial sun might
burn away all the handprints
you left on my unwilling skin

i sorta kinda want to die
but it would be a decision
that can't be undone
and i'm not good at commitment

the living are dying.

maybe that means
the dead are living.