When the bough breaks, they said my cradle would fall but I fell instead, head over heels in love. You reached out to me with an olive branch, and I grabbed your whole arm, why did you do this, why'd you have to lead me on? I said I'd be there for you, like the soil to your rose, but you chose to wilt when we could've grown. I've never had issues with accepting fault, still you ran away, like you were allergic to salt. Sodium chloride wrong of you to leave me alone, especially when my spirit refuses to accept that your hand I'll no longer hold. You were the only reason I remained, I was the sole serpent to ever be tamed. Such a gem, such a jewel—yet you expect me to abstain, from falling apart, like glue, you kept me sane. My apologies for losing my cool all those times I made you feel blue, bear with me, my dear—I forgot all I had to fear. A silent hill, a busy tone, your absence is felt, now I've learned my lesson, so I keep others at bay. With a single extend...
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After pulling shrapnel from my own hell-bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lives a collection of poetry, prose, and reflections on trauma, survival, desire, and becoming.