March 2013
2 posts
Cracking open my ribcage,
digging out all of my rot.
My mistakes linger beneath
my fingernails like dirt.
Planting a new seed inside,
one that will flourish
into something worth looking at,
worth coming back to,
if only I remember to water it each day.
I am beginning again.
February 2013
1 post
You were going to marry me. We could’ve had a baby.
June 2012
1 post
“You’re weak as fuck.”
