syzygy

your fingers are purple, clutching mine. your lips are blue, watching mine. your skin is white, paler than mine. hypothermia waits for no one. not death, not fear, and certainly ...

i find myself watching my phone with bated breath; lungs aching from the wait and i feel guilty about the rush of excitement when i get your text message because ...

my skin itches crawling with what i deem to be revulsion. it skates along my nervous system pulls at all those delicate threads. it tempts me to tear my own ...

sickness clogs my arteries, sour grease down the drain. it congeals into something undesirable, indescribable. i dig it out with fingers until it's stuck under my nail beds, thick, cloying, ...

there's a ghost in the attic, an echo of someone i thought that i could love, someone who i thought i did love. it's hungry, fingers reaching out to grasp ...

curdled milk in an empty refrigerator, the house rots, eaten away by mice when the cats aren't home to play. fuzzy tomatoes on the counter, dripping juices onto marble. the ...

there's a devil on my shoulder and was an angel on the other but i think it's gone now since it hasn't spoken since i was six when my parents ...

there's no love like self-love warm, soft, snug. burrowed in my chest like a fragile flame afraid of being blown out. two brown eyes and delicate claws, snared into the ...

the hallway stretches forever now and she walks down it, head hung low bag swinging in time to her steps and she walks down it, head hung low she's spiraling ...

& you look in the reflection & see me staring back & wonder if you carve the flesh away from my cheeks if you'll see you again. & you don't, ...

lithium batteries in the sink, rust stains on smooth porcelain like ink from a broken pen or blood from your veins, splashed all across the page. stillwater in the bathtub ...

limbs stretch long on sandy beaches, to the point where they hang over the towel. drowsy, halfhearted complaints about sand inbetween your toes. you perk up when i laugh and ...

snippets i will revisit later my parents died when i was six, leaving rotting corpses under their skin. ~~~ i loved who i thought you were, but you’re just the ...

i dig my palms into my mouth, mouth full of gnashing teeth. teeth of poison and disease and pain. pain i wouldn’t wish on anyone. anyone except for you. you ...

nasal two you trim back my cuticles with a knife, saying it's such a shame i never deem my hands worthy of care. i disagree, if only so i can ...