Nectar

When she wilted on the wooden 
floor and allowed herself the blows,
I couldn’t see the love 
was gone, but I knew
I couldn’t save her.
When I found myself
cornered in the eyes of her
 hurricanes, helpless
to the venom she spit,
I didn’t realize I needed to
save myself.

You are my sun; your body against mine is the only warmth I need.

without you it is dark and cold

Biotechnology

I am swimming in a sea
of crippling uncertainty,
and it is my life’s greatest fear
that paralyzed, I’ll drown in here.
I’m struggling to stay afloat
while anxious tears constrict my throat.
Afraid there’s nothing I can do,
a merciless god I’m praying to.

No matter how I push and kick,
the sea ignores me and
I sink.

It’s that much easier for you to suffocate me now that your hands aren’t in mine.

because if i’m not holding your hands then they’re around my neck, and every time you smile without me hurts a little bit

Your intelligence isn’t measured by what you know, but by the questions you ask.

something I learned by observing my friend.

Impossible Equation

in physics class
i learned
the further you fall,
the harder the landing:
F=ma.

i fell
for you at
90 miles per hour
without a parachute.

if the force of your lips
saying you do not love me
is like a thousand hammers
pounding at my heart,
what is the mass of
the empty shell
that remains?

High Impact

thoughts thoughts thoughts
thoughts.
high speed train– sparks
fly off the track.
ruminating, tumbling like
clothes in the
dryer.
but the brakes
are not working
and it ends in
fire.

With each step we pass
Under every patch of grass
A multidimensional web of life
We can’t begin to grasp.

– By my beautiful friend, Sienna Valente-Blough

Scars & Bruises

let me kiss your
black and blues.
let me run my fingers over
your scars and
read them like Braille,
so I can feel where
you’ve been
and what you carry
with you.

let me stare in awe at
the auroras of broken blood vessels
that read me stories each night.
I know the way your
cheeks bloom with roses
when I tell you they are
beautiful.
I know the way your
eyes shyly run away from
mine, but
every piece of art on
your body is a story I want to know
by heart.

Freedom To Believe What They Want You To Believe

they dunked me underwater

long before i could swim.

i was not born

with communion wafers dissolving

on my tongue.

they took my mind and

threw a snake in it.

a slithering snake that snarls

at humanity and

what they have become.

but i will laugh and dance while

i am ripe and still have the

recourse to forget.

motion is the only guarantee:

they’ve not stamped a cross

upon me yet.