Was I dreaming? I shut my eyes, grinding my eyelids together as if this would halt time and reverse whatever distorted reality was lurking on the other side of them.

Pain is a funny thing. It has a way of changing you over time without you realizing it. It reminds me of growing taller. You don’t really notice it happening until one day,

Rope Swing When I was a young girl

#MeToo. I remember wondering why a 29 year old man would be interested in a 12 year old girl.

I remember trying to breathe that night

**Warning: this is controversial and it's more of a rant than a poem bc the rhyme scheme is everywhere, but I'm so emotional over recent events and I feel something needs to be said.** America is brok...

You scare me. You scare me because your love and passion sends my sentimentality into a whirlwind.

I am not like you, And you are not like me.

And there Sal and I sat, clutching each other’s hands sorrowfully, watching everything we knew to be home be swept away and devoured by the water.

There are stars behind your eyes, And galaxies in your veins; You are the smell of an early Sunday morning when it rains.

It doesn't matter where I am or who I'm with; I look up at the sky and search for you

And 4am is the time for lovers For artists and for thought But 4am is when I got the call Telling me you were gone

I have this recurring dream about Icarus and the Sun. I am Icarus, and you are my sun.

“Mia.” The suddenness of his voice left me reeling. I felt myself giving up; I would never escape this man..

BANG, BANG, BANG. The heavy, misguided foot steps indicated that he was in his usual state of intoxication; the girl quivered with dread. She knew what was coming to her, what the next ten...

I experimented with more than just paints; I experimented with love. With sacrifice. With my own soul. I sold my soul to a man who used my body as a canvas..