the fetus
this is about something ancient, intimate, and vulnerable that has the power to shape, harden, freeze, silence, and return me.
read →dream space
poetry from the interior
TW: I have struggled with suicidal ideation since I was a little girl. I was able to find an outlet for the darkness through writing, but I ask that you approach these words with care.
the girl
She is me, but I don't know her.
read →scream
crying is less destructive
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In one of my earliest memories, I am on my knees, my hands clasped before me, head bent, crying, asking God to take my life. I wrote this poem during a time when I found myself making the same wish as an adult, looking for an answer to the darkness. I integrated my first draft with my poem 'The Girl'. I couldn't find a home for these lines in that poem, so I wanted to keep them here for now.
read →behind the walls
This poem is about attachment patterns, but I didn't know that term at the time I wrote this. The garden represents my inner, emotional world.
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