Pulp

Once a warm July summer Now a cool October evening I have changed so deeply-¬†Yet parts of me still look the same I think the most important memories are held in my chest I check that my heart is still thereI guess it is slightly bigger than a lemon,It looks the same. I squeeze it until pulp oozes out, bitterness pinching my cheeks In my … Continue reading Pulp

Everything is Quiet

have you ever held something so tight to your chest that it could burst?exploding like glitter,freckling the air in places your breath can’t quite toucheuphoriagolden sunlight showering through the windowthe mix of glitter and dust projecting constellations in the air,on the wallsbreathe it all in,everything is quietor have you held something so close that it could just melt through your rib cage?burning like a secret-zipped, … Continue reading Everything is Quiet