‘The Only Thing I am is Not what She Was’

She burned your skin with her touch, nails drawn across fleshy roots and venom sinking into veins and fuck, it hurt but you loved her, and she loved you, for as long as it was. • She hides behind demure eyes between the lines that you call out, behind song, behind strings, and you taste … Continue reading ‘The Only Thing I am is Not what She Was’


there is stinging loneliness, inside replacement stomach acid and burning cheeks amongst who I could never be and broken bones, split skin within the idea that I was never enough • there is betrayal in it, in pain, in oaths, and in solitude • why didn’t you fucking try? • Is there a difference between … Continue reading ‘Tri-city’