Pitter patter pat,
Wet droplets knock on rooftops...

The night is too dangerous for her to handle,
so she tries to escape the wool sheets that choke...

The bed -
it beckons me...

I didn't know feeling empty could be so...
- Morning stirs and mixes milky residue into my...

I wish I had more answers,
but first, I would need the...

I'm tired,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually...

Doubt drizzles down my spine
- death an overcast planet...

Poetry is meant to be tasted, called beloved,
summoned when you have dotted lines on...

The dysphoria feels like a punch to the gut,
feeling fine then suddenly out of place...

Alleluia in the morning
where stars wait to fade...

The true meaning of Easter time,
Does not consist of candy and sweets...

I imagine you
waking me up for the grandest breakfast...