I woke from a gruesome nightmare
this morning; the mirror laughed...

It's funny how a single question
can make all the difference...

grief is a rusted faucet
i keep checking...

She used it tonight, my new name,
pulling me aside and brightly exclaiming...

The lonely creeps in just past noon,
blanketing the ground with a...

This morning, I could not properly bottle
my thoughts. I had no place to sit down...

If I could let you know,
again, how abnormal it is...

I want to tell you my name;
it shouldn't be this hard...

We raise our voices only to howl,
only to feel less alone in the gathering...

I think how my life will change
if I let you in on this journey...

I'd forgotten what it's like to tumble
unceremoniously to the ground, arms tied...

It's a rainy, dreary day
and I know you don't want to...