it still seems really unbelievable that this has happened.
i feel so unbelievably lucky.
and i am so happy i don't know how i can describe it XD
i love you.


osteologyhe keeps sulking wildflowers growingosteology
sullen in a windowsill vase, missing the moors.
these lilacs, they smell of death, of skin and gloom. and somewhere, of wishes, of don't do this
don't do this to me. keep the corners lit. these are my legs in the dark; 3am and like pallor mortis.
these are my naked feet stepping over the grout between the kitchen tiles. or these may be my soles on the hotel bathroom floor with my footsteps echoing like kisses or like the wet sound of drowning of mud. you know how i scrawl my secrets on scraps


we are only bodiesyou discovered me beneath the dirt, dusted the soil from my skeleton. i can no longer hide these remains, these ancient bones. you found me,we are only bodies
uncovered a set of lungs and a heart i thought was dead. thank you. you are teaching me
to open up, to inhale, to exhale. thank you.
i keep my ribcage locked but it is coming apart
inside your warm arms. thank you. you glow like you
are moonlit. you close your eyes and
i think of angels and echoes. i think of your fingertips on my skin like dandelion clocks, the hush
of your collarbone like gold. the rest of my words &nb


birdsong -innocence revisited-you and i, we perched bright-winged-in-love on the windowsill, leant out the open window and counted the birds on the branches. sparrows, crows, bluebirdsbirdsong -innocence revisited-
with feathers like forget-me-nots.
if i ever see a bird in a cage i start to cry, i told you; even the biggest of cages seem to close in on them, seem to wilt their rainbow wings. you touched your lips to the curve of my throat and whisper, hummingbird
you kissed the ivory ache of my collarbone, breathed hello my patch of sunlight to the green flash of my solar plexus, and etched into the skin between my legs a


it rained that dayi promised that when i could talk about it i promised that when i could talk about the miscarriage without stingy salty tears without shuddery breaths without screaming it would be the day i started to live again.it rained that day
today faded in grey and no different to yesterday. today is no different to yesterday, the constant cold has just become normal
when my baby wasn't alive anymore all inside my skull suddenly dissolved, broke away, broke up. it
wasn't that i did not know what to think i could not think, i
could not think of anything except the sleek ugly lethifold cloa


blue beneath thin skinI am having dreams of spitting on strangers; buying groceries while a young man wearingblue beneath thin skin
a suede jacket is buying a dozen oranges. I quietly lick his coat and choose the greenest bananas.
I, with corn husk hair, am Aphrodite, swallowing you in your sleep, devouring you in your dreams.
I am often licking the tips of syringes, slapping
my forearm with a grace unlike a tree frog, tying
a rubber band around my bicep to keep from biting my lips. I am buying time with the gods, these are
my stomping grounds. These veins were made
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peacelovehappiness
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and i saw your face in everyone, i swear.
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