my fingers had been stuckto the same keysfor an endless stretch of stillnesstrapped between what wasand what could be“play me a song”her voice sliced thruthat heavy fog of thoughtwhere I’d been wanderin lostamong the shadows of intentionI pressed the...

it starts in my chesta shifta weighta tightenin somethin stirs beneath the surfacepulls the air from my lungscausin them to contractfrom a need so sharp it feels like pain my ribs tensebracin for the onslaughtof my heart hammerin against themwild trapped your...

the freezin water embraced my bodyliquid coffin of exquisite painteeth chattered in violent tremorsas I slipped into the dark pool my body shakes waves vibratin thru my arms and chesta harsh reminder that I am humanand wasn’t built to endure I...

some days I forget its therethen I laugh and the sound fallsor I breathe and feel the airrushin thru this hole insideit doesn’t ache like grief nah…grief has a name. a faceit has a sound that escapeswhen you speak...