Your face is jolly when you tell her,
it was another prolonged night...

A million instruments, yet only one song. You. Not...
You are everywhere within me. So when I inhale, I...

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...