Lit Poetry

Trigger warning: Suicide & Self-Harming Behaviours   i woke up. after taking 6 sleeping pills the night before. before i knew what happened. i couldn’t go to...

The rhythm of your heartbeat keeps me awake at night. Bouncing around your chest, hitting my spine. You pull me closer, the scars on your arms...

I’m not here to be your I’m sorry I’m not a quick fix or a project To make you feel better I am a person I cannot be...

we make happy like clay. can teach you how to mold loneliness into smiles, cement into lace. we were afraid of the dark, but watch us bathe in this...

I nitpick words I weigh each syllable Before I speak Love I know people who don’t dare say the word out loud I’m one of them It feels too heavy...

I know you still dream of space, as if there’s more hope where the stars are and no distance between us. I’m sorry I had to leave. We both...

1 The first butterfly I saw this close was dead too. Or nearly. It was in a shiny black jewelry box my mother emptied into her...

I knew you through crumpled bed sheets With tired eyes and morning views Crawling under blankets and intense teenage blues It was fast and rough and passionate...

so this is how life passes at fifteen: we wake up to the violent moon, breaking window panes and shredding plastic blinds. our bodies are sandbags holding back...

The ugly scarab beetle walked the sand; Step after step did he drudge through the heat. The sun and moon waned; a long time had spann’d— The...