the stars are
unhappy here
nothing is right

cold dull ache
tugs at my chest

dust off the
cob-webs-clinging
to the corners

when I was
a real
girl

Staring blankly
at a wall,
voices swirl
above,
hushed whispers
deciding your fate –

El Paso.
Virginia Beach.
Las Vegas.

four black walls
surround me,
cramped concrete
sucking the air
out of my chest –

I feel lost.

Gather round!  
Come poke the students
behind the glass –
the ones with
their brains broken
in all the pathetic places –

Bright magenta bulbs
peak through
dark green leaves –

thoughts
blaze through
screaming

Every time I go
to write the
first line
my mind becomes
an empty shell –

When he put his hand in mine,
                                    I didn’t flinch.

Staring down the half-hearted-froth
of a dwindling cappuccino –
the hum of espresso buzzing
through my frazzled brain –

He tells you that you are important
that you matter but the fact of
the matter is that if you really
mattered you wouldn’t be sitting
with tears rolling down your face

The way a 
blade of grass
dutifully sways
in the wind –

I feel as though
​​​​​​​I no longer live in
a space in which
art and life can
peacefully co-
exist.

How do you tell your friends you need them
before you need them?