Writing my way out of panic

Houses grow very quiet when love ends. There is memory embedded in walls, thin and peeling. Or thick, choking with plaster. There are sounds and voices that never really leave. Love walks in and makes herself at home. Then love leaves. But leaves messy. Lipstick stains blotted on tissue. Stray hair that untangles itself from […]

Post-Panic Attack by Ashe Vernon

First, quit picking old wounds and going for walks in the aches and pains you already made it through– you call it healing, but it sounds like a good way to take a haunting home with you. LONELY is a no-vacancies sign for an empty room on the backside of your chest, and there will […]

Proof

    The crevice of my ear still carries the hint of your breath, shoulders bear the weight of bruising Your grip is stencilled into flesh, yet fingertips trace a trajectory of the spine with unbearable lightness A forensic nightmare, my body the whistle-blower of surrendered intimacies and forbidden trespasses The feral scent of our […]