Published by - Wingless Dreamer

It’s been a while since you took up space in her mind.
Let’s stop so you can catch up on what you left behind.

The lifeless body in the fetal position now has a name.
She carries it as if no one has a right to stake a claim.

Published by - Poet’s Choice

Wrapped in glacial chains, my father proclaims he wants to simply ignore his past pains. His past was not neat and fast but agonizingly slow as he waited for the final blow. What was supposed to be a buffer between what he and his family suffered

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We aren’t ten anymore. The world lost
its warmth like a thief stealing energy
from the earth’s heated core.

Rainy days no longer mean puddle
jumping and pink waterproof boots.

Published by - Quillkeepers Press

I watched you buy our camper van

Its bright, luscious green paint
The previous owner’s dings ever so faint

Its dark, evergreen tree silhouettes

Published by - Quillkeepers Press

No, I can’t hang out today.
I’m sorry - I’m incredibly busy.

But I’m not busy folding laundry
Or meal-prepping for Monday
Or tidying up my empty house

Published by - The Write Launch

Splashing on the surface
children giggle in bliss
as the sun glistens with clarity.

A place I used to swim.

Published by - Wingless Dreamer

I promise I will always fly to visit you
Please leave your window open at the end of the day
Oh, how much I love you… If only you knew

Her tiny buzzing wings exude an incredible green hue

Published by - The Write Launch

Like a cross-stitch
I tied down your limbs
thread by thread
preventing you from flying

Published by - The Write Launch

The greatest of pains
cannot dissipate

They attached themselves to a sailoat
finding a safe harbor in your heart
ready to be released into the sea

Published by - Quillkeepers Press

I place my half-eaten lasagna on the middle shelf beside the spoiled milk.

His recipe is perfectly contained in that clear dish.

However, the gap between the lid and the pasta is filled by my dying wish.

Published by - Quillkeepers Press

Arms stretched wide toward the sun,
I feel its warmth on my cheeks.

My navy blue, short summer dress
catches the wind,
along with my dirty blonde hair.

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In the tender years of youth’s embrace
lies a girl with a shadowed spirit. Beneath
her laugh, behind her smile, lurks a mind
overrun by chaos and denial. As the
playground echoes innocent joy,