So, I'm in the process of documenting my work from the past few months. As such, I've just uploaded quiet a few new pieces. Take a look, let me know what you think!
Also, I graduate from UT in May.
Devious Journal Entrymy father's broken bonesDevious Journal Entry by this-epiphany
rattle and grind together in my dreams
until they are dust in my hands
and I breath them in. his body
is empty without them, I know,
but I am full and willing him whole again
willing myself to wake up into a world
where he will never hurt.
"do you think anyone liked you when you were my age?"
she asks and it breaks my heart.
three days later I start crying in the shower and she's
waiting outside the door.
I'm sick, I tell her. what I mean is once
you were so small that I could hold you in my arms
and that was enough to keep you safe. what I mean is
no, I don't think anyone liked me when I was your
age, but it gets better. what I mean is I don't want you
to wait 23 years to feel beautiful. what I mean
is I know that no matter how much I love you
it will never be enough. but I do. god, I do, I do.