At birth, I was cursed, laying, lonely in a crib, as darkness descended, on the brightest of days. I could never be alone, but I could never find someone solid, doomed to waste a life, waiting for my welcome to be rescinded (it always is). Flowing dresses, tights that tempt, reminding them of nights when…

Scratching initials into my desk, so my idle, angry nails don’t find her eyes. My heart is helpless and possessed. There is an envy deep within me, distant, under the sun, my skin burns, as my ink buries her beautiful face, I spin, alone in the garden, side two, track seven, Rubber Soul, as my…

On Wednesday, I am wrapped up in reminiscing, about falling asleep to the familiar glow of your name in my notifications last night, the night before too, how we met in my dreams, the softness of your kiss, outside of my front door, blankets and pillows that cannot be shared, because I give you my…