a prose devoted, devastated, and delirious. i find myself on your tongue. i am in the sleekness of your cheeks. you still taste of me. you have to. how could you not when i can still describe your flavor? i show my new lover my tongue while i wonder how…

a poem i once threw myself at the devil like the harlot they knew i was. begged to feel their fingers explore the drenched sidewalk i named my throat. worshiped the way their hands gripped me tighter despite my squeaking. my desperation was overflowing. yet shame did not color me red. fear did not turn me purple. but the devil did turn green with disgust. this is when i learned that desire and disdain can share the same face. that love is always spotted in the eyes. this is how i knew they did not love me.

a poem it’s okay to mistake a butterfly for a wasp. or a hornet for that matter. you were not trained in the hunt. your folks only spoke of the devouring. taught you it was best to be coy and hide in your hands. it is no wonder you didn’t spot…

a poem today, i did not die from despair. did not wallow in my tears. instead, i crafted life from a single smile and a crooked tooth. fed a village with my words. consumed only afternoon light and the loud purr of an ungrateful kitten. today, a movie watched me…

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a prose faith is not kind to me. they pin me down and beckon doubt to explore my chest. faith likes to watch doubt run their talons along my chest cavity. their claws leave scars that never heal between their visits. …

a prose just let me be your sweet lover. i will adorn myself in fruit and flowers for you; let you eat from my skin. i will leave the sun for you. i will cocoon myself and bloom in moonlight instead. i will let you have my last drop of…

a poem i am a house. even when i do not want to be. i know. i know. how dare i not love the house of me. how dare i not worship the soil. how dare i not work hard on the upkeep. you don’t have to remind me. i know that i am what ails me. i know i am what shames me. i know i am what hates me the most. i am a house. even when i do not want to be. i have to be. who else will house the width of me? who else will break down and expand themselves to know me? who else will wish me into sacred land?