Sonder

#22 she used to laugh, when she was young when we were close, when she had time for herself, before she won the first place prizes, over and over, before ...

#21 these are the earth's forgotten children. with their rock-stick knees, quivering, and xylophone chests, with red-dust in twist-black-hair, parasites on burnt skin, eyes that potrude from no-food-t

#20 there's a storm brewing in her feet, a fire in her blood that churns- sinks- burns- and settles right beneath her ankles and lies there, twitching, baby flames eat ...

I'MCUTE.jpg leiahair2.jpg Today I wore my hair in Princess Leia-esque buns that were cuter at the beginning of the day before they got all fuzzy. But heyyy it's me again. ...

That's so cool! Your hard work definitely paid off. :D

#19 home is in the smoke rising the maasai woman's fire as she cooks chapatis and chai tea home is in the laughter of the small boy i can now ...

#18 today, she wears her scars like war medals. that's what she survived; a war, one that the world told her was much more tame much less terrifying all because ...

#17 she is a wanderer of worlds. comet-borne, she dances through black holes and aortas, she squints at the sun and fast-approaching train headlights, she coaxes flowers from the earth ...

#16 don't throw yourself at the stars, you told me, when you saw how my knuckles had cracked from clawing at horizons, and how my cheeks were dry from tear-salt. ...

#15 his heart sounded like a washing machine swirling and rumbling, straining and swimming, whu-wush whu-wush cleaning out his insides, painting them crimson, his veins throb and descend, swell, defla

#14 i gave my pieces to you- after much coaxing- you pried open the waxy brown scales that shielded my most loathsome places, after you wrought open the rusted tobacco ...

#13 after years of it, i have just realized that you are no longer hiding in my poems. when you left me i thought that you didn't mean it (although ...

#12 the words in my head are sli d i n g a p a r t the meanings slipping through the letters, i'm desperately throwing myself at equations hoping ...

#11 there's a tree growing in your chest a thin crimson claw-branch tree, with roots that dig too deep too deep for you to look at too deep for you ...

#10 (very rough and scattered, apologies) "blue lips and starry skies" i whisper softly, so no one hears as the drone of education fills my ears i pick at my ...