poetry
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(written a few months to a year ago, edited this month) When I tell people I have ADHD, sometimes I can tell what they now think they know about me And to be honest, I’m sure a good chunk of it is true I surround myself with only good people And so they make the…
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I was a child of the winter Cut lips dripping fresh blood on snow Cold blue and spotted bruises Mangled skin on my stomach that no one will ever know // A fragile monarch trapped in a northern November As the vibrant oranges of autumn fade into weathered grey Fragile wings and skinny bodies crumble…
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My mother put motion sensor lights in the hallway So I don’t have to run from the kitchen to my bedroom in the dark She stuck them to the wall with magnets so they stay There are no outlets nearby, but they hold a charge // The charge lasts for about 96 hours on a…
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Evil perspectives echo through my head Of so-called candor cloaking comparison and hatred Calculated laughter, condescension as the intent Credit intimacy and comfort as excuses to treat me like I’m less // I don’t usually believe in public displays of affection or emotion Breakdowns are reserved for moments of desperate isolation I’m trying so hard…
Portmantle 