The tiny man that lives in my chest is breathing louder. Longer. His lungs swell and ribcage expands and with each breath instead of retreating his body continues to grow. He sits curled, his spine arched and face unseen and with every inhale I feel my bones creak. You stand above me, watching me from… Continue reading The Elephant In The Room
My fingernails won't stop growing won't stop growing my fingernails won't stop growing forward and backward inside my skin. They won't stop. My fingernails they're under my skin down through my elbows and into my chest my fingernails wrap around my ribs dying vines pushing through my lungs stop growing I don't know how to… Continue reading Na(I)ls
There's a hole in my head and everyone is looking at it. Looking through it from one side of my mind to the other. The hole is growing. Stretching. Across my forehead meeting tear duct nostril then mouth. Everyone is looking at me. The hole in my head spreads down my body to the floor.… Continue reading (who)le
this place is not mine this place where my mind is kept it pushes me through the walls and windows of other places where minds are kept over and over I do the same thing again over and over I do the same thing again I open doors and run inside houses that aren’t mine I… Continue reading over and over and
Everything I think has been thought before Nothing I feel can feel like anything but nothing I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do Everything I think has been thought before. And while my mind in make-up is unique, In deliverance in intention and In… Continue reading Collage (Old)
There is nothing in my mind that is worth repeating nothing worth keeping sky green and ground in between. Driving a circular highway lined by things unseen Keeping me safe Keeping me sound sky green and ground in between. Spending money because that’s what I’m told to do Pretending I'm trying because that’s what I’m… Continue reading Interstate-95
Everything is foggy. Why am I so. Foggy. There is a cut just under the knuckle of my left thumb and I don’t know when it got there or how but it has been there at least the last few days and it is not like it is bleeding or there is a scab just… Continue reading Cut.
This house is creaking more often than it should, more often that it has before. My eyes run along cracks in the ceiling. I imagine myself small enough to climb up the wall and through one of these cracks. I imagine it runs all the way through the ceiling, up past the rafters and outside… Continue reading Minutes Before Sleep