Another adaptation of a Lyndsay Rush piece

forgot about this one buried in my notes app

daily prompt: home

I went to the ocean today and this is what I learned

Inspired by the amazing Lyndsay Rush poem “If I Don’t Text Back” ig: @maryoliversdrunkcousin

someone set fire to a car outside my apartment today, shortly before a toxic encounter. felt poignant to write something about it.(own photo)

Something a little different, tear it apart

They say in seven years your body becomes new again. That means in three years, I will have skin you have never touched, skin you will never touch.

thinking about my favorite muse while i'm down sick. first draft, tear it apart. delirious fever writing, might delete later

Another fresh one, critiques welcome. Consider it a first draft.

Straight from the think tank. Critiques welcome, I feel like it could use some more work to it. Consider it a draft.

The week after, At a friends barbecue We barely exchange eye contact And sit as far as possible from each other You at one end of the seemingly endless picnic tables Wood aged through countless days o...

More often than not The tips of my fingers have no feeling in them More often than not, My fingers are left black and blue from touching things the wrong way More often than not, My hands are a collec...

The speed in which I fell for you Makes a Koeningsegg look slow I thought the only boys could make me spiral that hard Were the ones I met in high school It might have been the alcohol But my knees...

I spent years pouring my heart into mixing bowls Watching it emulsify with the eggs, sugar, butter and flour Hope no one will notice the addition ingredient (Hope you will) I tell myself Not too swee...

A man that loved me Taught me how to throw dice And hope for sixes I spent months Throwing my heart on the table Mixed with dice To a different man I wanted so desperately to love me Hoping for si...

Did you really think I wouldn’t fall in love with you when You started singing Cohen At four in the morning With me in your arms Like we were the only humans left on earth

Let’s start a new cycle A new routine of waiting two days to shower after you leave because I don't want to wash you off me (but I’ll leave the sheets on the bed for a week) A new rhythm of thrusti...