our breath exchange is paused. lingering …
Today, I’m snuffing red rose petals remembering those times before social media when I would write poems not status updates.
I love … that poetry never truly achieves its original or specific goal, but touches upon another deeply and with no remorse.
an unfortunate account of my first time in publishing If you asked me how I am feeling right now, the answer would be sad but simple: broken. I feel raw…
