#TBT
I woke up to you and you fell asleep to me
Category: Poetry
do you know why
Do you know why mothers are a healing ground? Why they are a balm, a saviour, a creator of light? Why they can take your tears and turn them into the redefining of what your soul is, a better version, a refined self? Because they have been knitting you together, reshaping you, since you were […]
tired
isn’t it crazy that words are your best therapy but sometimes you feel too deeply to even lay on the couch they’ve set up for you like, you can’t find them to describe how tired tiredness feels and how weary you are of hope hope is a taxing, terrible thing because by virtue of its […]
supplication
I kiss a prayer onto your shoulder, leading a doxology down your neck for forgiveness and priestly pardons, past sins since forgotten blessings where vein meets sinew thanksgiving where lips skip over spine.
motherhood
motherhood must make you the most religious person in the room – constantly. find your powerful deity of choice with any luck, the most powerful – it’s a gamble with those guys – and rail at them begging them ‘not mine. don’t take mine.’ Constantly.
If you stand us side by side I have more scars You have more lies. They’re both dark splotches running through our cores Whatever is like love is a synonym for war.