Mamma Mia! Maestro, mute the music!
My mouth must meditate, moreso mediate...

At two, I stay awake for you.
At five, my dreams tug at my blanket...

50 likes, 12 matches and 4 WhatsApp conversations...
I still smile, listening to Camila's 'Dream of...

I was painting my nails and listening
to rock 'n' roll, something about insobriety...

Three-hundred pens
on scratchy notebooks...

I get home, and all that croaks
is my couch when I vouch for its pain...

You are a problem child - blame the past.
Blame the porcelain you broke, blame...

There's something stuck in my chest without a...
light dips lightly on its frame, licks lower...

The world, as I know it,
is fictional...

Would you love me for the hedgehog-bun I make
out of my hair on Sunday mornings...

You spill poetry into your palms
like they're pills of salvation...

"In time, her tale grew old,
her hands grew old...