candyhearts

brushstroke memories -- ghosts of hands caress your cheek; a canvas, waiting.

I know that there is an afterlife because you are there, waiting for me, table in the back. I am happy to see you again. You will unveil something familiar ...

why can’t i be gold? everything i touch dulls fast; dust in my own hands.

Oh, to be written about with such reverence. I love how women shape the narrative of your poetry. Jade is not reduced to something simple or superficial ("i do not ...

"Death has come to your little town, Sheriff." It wasn’t the kind of sentence you expected to hear on a Tuesday morning, but there it was, hanging in the air ...

all rot, all honey index: 1. 2. 3. your hands, bloody now, won’t feel clean for a while.

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I think mine works already!! :3

How beautiful and well-spoken!! Welcome to YWS!! :3

All the Rage Back Home Life isn't easy. No one said it would be. In a world where money buys influence and the truth is buried beneath layers of corruption, ...

Congrats!! :3

It's not a Halloween poem per se, but I love reading "The Glass Essay" by Anne Carson around this time. I like how it explores memory, loss, and loneliness!!

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