- 1 min read

the morning after my marriage

I stood on a cliff

and thought about why it happened this way.

And when the wind pushed me forward,

the edge of my dress caught on a rock

and I didn't die that day,

so maybe

all I'm grateful for

is knowing that

death does not exist

within love,

even though it does feel like it sometimes.

Recent Posts

See All

she takes pieces

of me, little by little little bites sinking into old wounds every time and I let her because just like the trees open their hands to the snow I do love the idea of dying slowly loved and afraid and b

all she does

is write little books, is what I heard the husband of a friend say once. that's all she does, all day he said and she laughed and I nodded and felt my shoulders sink and remembered her laugh as I sat

Valentines Day

Bring in your dead, she said. So I dragged my lovers out of the warm cocoons of my sheets out through my crooked legs and my sweat-soaked arms and watched as they clutched not at the bed, but at their