between her lines

green eyes, electric touches, and the ache of being held too well

you felt like home. you also felt like a thousand needles.

some planets keep their rings by distance

erasing your fingerprints from my body

Not erased. Not longed for. Just... folded in.

I'm holding an aftermath of violence of a magnitude I cannot fathom

grief is sitting outside on the balcony, watching

on chronic illness, invisible pain, and the loneliness of always looking fine