Her Parents Treated Her Like A Pre-Teen — After my first unpleasant experience on Tinder, there was a part of me that desperately wanted to delete the app. Perhaps, being single wasn’t so bad after all? Maybe—unlike many of the lesbians I knew—it would be easier for me to meet a woman the old fashion way? Who was…

A Prose Poem — the days blend together like slow-melting caramel on tasteless tongues—your energy still sticks to the crumbling walls—an amber, honey glaze that fills my evenings with the sweet nothings you let linger behind—and so, i’m all that remains—corroded to the gum—left drowning in the syrup of your neglect. leave the sugar…

Gender Equality: Girls Can Be Creeps Too — Several years ago, after a difficult break up, I decided to try Tinder for the first time. Many of my friends were using it, and had found it helpful in meeting, and getting to know new people. So, being lonely, single, and ready to rebound I figured why not? And…

A Poem — with weary eyes pressed closed, and mind cracked wide open, i find myself surrounded by my spirit’s inner hauntings— heart thrumming to the tune of an intricate song i lost long ago. trees made from my calcified bones howl a harmony with the breeze— taloned fingers splayed outwards— cutting into…

A Poem — stale, aged ink flows through the narrow passageways of my veins— rising, and receding like the tides— fickle, and fleeting like lost time. the emptiness that clings within my brittle bones feels too heavy— my mind haunted by parchment paper ghosts that i have never met. the dark-tipped waves of melancholia lap behind my glassy, hollow eyes— blinking back the overflow of weighted saltwater cries—of words devoid of my programmed, repressive lies.

And how my stats surprised me — It’s been a little over a month since I created my Medium account, and published my first piece of poetry. Since then, I’ve published 14 articles to various publications, met incredible writers, and made way more money than I anticipated. Now, don’t get excited, this isn’t going to be an…

A Prose Poem — young girls with vibrant hearts sing to the moon while they drift out to sea—skies painted black with sorrow—tumbling beneath the wrought iron waves of womanhood—choking on the salt of complacency—bidding their burgeoning hopes farewell—the ocean preparing small, seaweed graves. airless lungs make for softer women—voices dripping with heavenly, sulphuric…

A Poem — foggy mornings—spent hidden within the frayed, and dewy arms of weeping ivy— laced through my pale-limbed body, dangling—taut—amongst the moss— just enough life left within my chest to hear the wailing cemetery soundtrack. spectrals dance atop fallen leaves, and beneath the dying light of the searing sun— their incorporeal bodies swaying…

A Poem — we find ourselves together— intertwined in a familiar mess of cuddled flesh, and bone— a hug that hangs too cold— too heavy on my weary shoulders. huddled together—hand in hand— while sad songs spin on aged vinyl, stinging our twinned hearts— stringing them both along— to end up as hushed cries—…