Why I Hated Springtime
You said you think of me in the spring. Daisy chains, hands interlinking, the remnants of winter still chafing at your cheeks: spring.
Why I Hated Springtime
Tired Swing
Meatpacking
Haunting Lara
Dégustation
Biomagnification
Something About An Orchid
I haven’t self-harmed in ten weeks, and it reminds me that all I wanted for Christmas in fifth grade
Visitation Rights
Symphony in Depression Major
Jean-Paul Marat And The Beginnings Of Propaganda
Transitions
Soul Music
Observations from a crisp September morning, the day after a giant was called home
Dreamscape
WORDS GET CAUGHT
Mothership
Daughters of April
The Cycle