'to be haunted' is both parts personal and scary, haunting and beautiful.
Tag: poems
The Girl Who Walks Behind(The Girl From Ipanema)
She existed in the creases of his hands; like tiny shards of glass She filled the space.
If You Want
I'm in the kitchen painting peaches with juices dripping down my chin.
Song of Grief
This business of grief
People Who Write
The boy who hides won't find comfort in the silence of his head.