She sits at her desk Her headphones in, The world shut out.   She bleeds for others As words fly from  Her mind to her fingertips.   She stares at the screen, At every little comment, The good and the painful.   She forms her emotions Into books and poems To throw away...

The velvet of night cascades shadows of cataracts, when the sun goes down. Peeling away the flesh of day...The darkness becoming my illicit lover, masturbating my quill. The ink surrendering its sweet muscatel to your waiting tongue. Ravenously you...

There is a war no one else can hear.   It does not sound like bombs or sirens— it sounds like overthinking at 2 a.m., like a heartbeat that won’t slow down, like silence stretching too tight across my ribs.   My mind is a general— cold, strategic, disciplined. It...

Your mouth is a promise half-kept, half-aching. Red like truth spoken too late, soft like a confession I’m afraid to finish.   I don’t touch you yet. That’s where the power lives— in the pause, in the heat gathering behind restraint. Your breath leans toward mine like it already knows how this ends.   There...