Apr 1
Burning nightlights,
shining galaxies away.
A secondhand
is still.
The ticking of a beating heart—
softened now.
The universe
drops a single tear.
A mother’s hand
against her womb.
Butterflies sink
into cotton sheets.
Poetic words
transcend in rhythm.
He’ll know
the moon.
shining galaxies away.
A secondhand
is still.
The ticking of a beating heart—
softened now.
The universe
drops a single tear.
A mother’s hand
against her womb.
Butterflies sink
into cotton sheets.
Poetic words
transcend in rhythm.
He’ll know
the moon.
March 30, 2025
When you fall in love with an abuser. When you are carrying his child. When he can’t face himself in the mirror. When he has shown you and your unborn child rage. You know he is unsafe—yet somewhere in the distance you imagine his love.
When you fall in love with an abuser. When you are carrying his child. When he can’t face himself in the mirror. When he has shown you and your unborn child rage. You know he is unsafe—yet somewhere in the distance you imagine his love.
