maybe

we are the parts of the story our mother’s never wanted us to tell each other. maybe we’re the cliff- hangers if we read close enough and if we put seashell up to our own echo maybe we’d realize how pleasant we sound too- how tide pool, how deep sea wouldn’t need necessarily to longinglyContinue reading “maybe”

when your skin looks too much like oppression

too much like hatred too much like grim reaper like death personified on you it is your obligation to speak- even though you know your hands hold not strangle your lips kiss not cut- you are still part of the problem if you don’t use them to speak up against the problem. this is theContinue reading “when your skin looks too much like oppression”