Poetry

Mental health poems by yours truly.

Poetry, Writing

I feel it

I know the best kind of worrying. I rub the callouses on his hands. She sprays lavender on my pillow. She makes me soup and crumbles the...

Poetry, Writing

Empath

I don’t believe in….  horoscopes, but Leos are said to be loyal, and I was the best friend you ever had. God, but in Catechism I liked...

Poetry, Writing

Napkins

Her face is crumpled like the napkin I use to cover my food. Equal doses anorexia and diner coffee make me frenetic. I giggle, and my brain...