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I. EVACUATION
run
without thinking. 
let your feet slap 
the pavement. you need
to get out of here before
they burn you alive. 
i know it hurts. sometimes
you have to
save yourself first.

II. VIRGINITY
no footprints in the snow.
you’ve not yet learned to
not let everyone in.

III. BLESSED CHILD
you’ve been vandalized
you throw your body
off of cliffs
so you can know how
it feels to fly.
you’re branded and scarred,
and you only know
how to smile.

fire, ice, and heaven // a.s.m

the best time to write is when
i’m sorry or sleepy because
the words flow unapologetically–
they do not try so hard to sound good.

there is a drum in the front of my brain,
and I don’t know if it’s
because of the rain or the way
the dentist drilled my gums today.

it is empty in the house, but too loud
with my mother’s anxieties,
and the air is heavy with tears
that are shed once the lights go out– 
shed like room for growth and
thicker walls– 
shed like hair, like skin,
to make room for
something new and healthy and strong.

what do we shed with our tears?
our weakness? our pain?

what do we shed with our tears? // a.s.m

heavy heart, 
filled with questions
but those eyes are dark 
dripping caves, 
you will never come out 
alive. 

what first stole your
breath
now grabs at your neck, 
squeezing every last 
murmur
out. there’s no use hiding 
in the shadows– those 
irises are made of what
blankets you.

you can’t hide // a.s.m

i will celebrate the fact
that my life has been carved
into my skin for everyone 
to read.

i am no longer ashamed of
the way i laugh or  
the size of my heart– like
the bread we break,
take a piece
to keep in your pocket.
it will not grow stale,
i promise.

sometimes i feel i have enough
to feed the world.

this universe is a pitcher 
i cannot fill, though i pour
myself into it completely
inside 
out.

i devour authenticity
and the freedom of
opening my mouth and
letting whatever is inside
fall to the ground.

by its nature, undestroyed // a.s.m

ethereal child, 
even the devil wants to see
the world through your eyes. 
look how they pine. 

ethereal child, 
you have ensnared him, 
no longer red with
lust, but the color of
your vitreous soul. 

ethereal child, do you
feel his fiery fingers
around your forearms,
injecting you like needles?

let go, let go
let the fire burn.

dance with the devil // a.s.m

familiar stranger
new friend
tell me of the time we crossed
once before
under the wisteria.
i’ll meet you there– halfway
between the poppies
and forever.
your voice a nocturne,
notes i’ve never fallen asleep
to before: i cannot
quite tell where it is
within me that you dwell.
do you sing a song of this
universe, or one of
dreams?

magis quam ante // a.s.m

for the first time, 
i feel a different kind
of alive. 

something is sprouting
within me: a hunger for
the taste of your skin
on my lips, your warmth 
beside me.

i’ve always used a
fork and knife, never
indulged the animal
inside.

but tonight you look
so good.
tonight, i think
i could.

full moon // a.s.m

you can jump out of an airplane but
be too scared to ask your waitress
for ketchup.

there is no method to the madness
we are. 

but i know you will make room
in your heart for the things
you are on fire for, because
those are what keep you living.
when you want something badly enough,
you will face your fears for it.

you can do the thing: i promise you will conquer your fears for the things you love // a.s.m