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They tell us that the universe began with an explosion of space itself. The Big Bang. It’s fascinating, if you believe in that sort of thing. I always thought we came from something in between. From creation, from science. I cannot settle for one or the other because I think I’ve never been sure of…
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you don’t know what it’s like to constantly crave painto wish for once he’d hit hard enough to make me wonder if I am loved or hatedto pray some day I can stop pushing myself to be the one who decides everythingor to feel as if I need toto want something depraved and dirty enough…
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You came back every time still at war. Still torn between duty, home, honor and me. Still hoping for a reason to go again and still searching for meaning. Do I not honor you? I have loved. I have sacrificed. I have waited. All for that honor. But I am not the war you want.…
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you devoured me often in the beginningnever as much as I wanted, I’ll admitbut you’d pull me in, savoringrolling me around in your hungry mouthI believed myself to be your favorite sustenance the months and years soon behind usyou reached for me lesseven when you didit felt as if you’d take in only a little,…
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some days I wish I wasthe quiet girlthe one who goes unnoticedwho knows obedience bestwho folds herself into something smallsitting on her handshoping to blend interrified to stand outor stand up scared to be seen and that’s her rightto blend, to bend, to personify resignationshe is graceful and safe in ways I will never be but I…
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we were both naive oncehopeful, trusting, unspoiledbefore life, before deathbefore we knew any betterbefore the years became a black hole and I often think to myselfif we could go back to innocenceto a time before the road was hardwould you have warmed my clean hands then?and still want me with the same impetus? is it…
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I have never really loved my legsthey always seemed too heavyfor the rest of my bodyas if the delicacy of mehad run out right around my hip bonebut he does this thingwhere I’m on my stomach and he reaches undergrabbing the ample meat of my thighsand flips me over in a swift singular motionas if…
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What would you say if I told you I’ve been dead for months?at most, maybe even a yearmy body.. this carcass I was born ashamed ofthat no one ever taught me how to loveit still movesbut the life is goneI fought to breathe again and thought I had wonthen I reached out and you didn’t…
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I can carve until my fingers breakuntil the blade hits boneuntil my stomach turns on itselfand I will never find her againwhat was it she was so good at anyway?hiding pain?asking for little to nothing?debasing self to be fraudulently interesting? a life of trying to be carefulall because of some numberson a machinea numb trophyawarded…
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2024. May this year handle you gently but also push you to become a more intuitive, thoughtful, heart guided, stronger and grateful version of you. May you find in yourself the person you needed when you were younger and forgiveness, for those who may have failed you unintentionally, so that the weight of their negligence…
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The Blood & The Bones 