When my heart was overflowing with secrets, so much that I couldn’t speak without spilling water and choking on heartstrings, you noticed and let me pour some of my life’s waves into yours. A river was created, my heart is its source and it flows into your veins.
Honeymoons and stars of milk, The sun kisses her on the nose and like windflowers, freckles bloomed, marking a path where a ray of light had previously laid. They are to skin what stars are to the skies. Moss is to stone what skin is to the bones. She has a name engraved in her heart chambers, One that is […]
There’s something about it that makes me restless. I’ve never had a sleepless night in winter. I buried my heart half a year ago, Between ice and soil, Time and life. Now a dove has flown to my window and brought me a heartstring. Yours. I wear it around my wrist as a keepsake.
August meant a blooming flower, June was every blossom on the earth. She was a tidal wave of petals, She was every falling autumnal leaf. Hyacinths sprouted from the blood of a fallen lover, Rose was the symbol of the feeling itself. A river flowed to the heart of the world, An Ocean submerged it. She surrounded it, Protected it. […]
Bone-like feathers tumble from a pair of wings, the hollow shoulderblades of a fallen angel. Lungs are filled by the absence of a breath, Your soul is peeled from your body as if it were honey. The fall is the beginning, a head is crowned by a shattered halo of cartilage and carnations. Roses cushion your fall at first, But […]
Rain pooled at the bottom of my heart, It dripped and rolled down to my fingers. Sometimes, I feel like I’ll float away, On other days my limbs are an oak tree’s roots. I ask myself how long this will last, Days are endless, years mere seconds. Rain surrounds me all the time, I’m covered in it, I don’t even […]
Oh, Juliet. What did you do? Wine laced poison coats your lover’s lips, Ivory skin has turned to ice, His heart has stopped for you. It’s too late, Violence always ends in violence, Your tears stain his chest in a silent prayer, Love can bloom from hatred, But it can still wither. Oh, Juliet. The dagger carves a picture on […]
Is it possible to love a day so much? Even when you know that once it’s gone, you will never get it back? Only to then lay in bed at night, listening to the world falling asleep, imagining the stars gleaming in the tranquil sky. To then remember the day. The warm sunshine, the vibrant flowers and the hummingbirds’ songs. […]
The auburn aspen leaves twirled in the wind with the scarlet blossom petals. But something was wrong. Why would the wind blow so harshly, if everything was perfect? Why would something as pure and vital as rain for trees become a curse for the crimson ladybirds? Why would we make the world even more imperfect while trying to fix it […]