mommah

mommah

Merry christmas, mommah. I don’t know How I’ve come this far Without you. Some might say It’s a tribute To my strength But I’m not so sure. More than anything, I think It’s a tribute to yours. I have an unwillingness To admit defeat Because of you. Because of What you...
ink

ink

*Trigger Warning: self harm.   Friendship, It says. It means more to me Than that. As the needle Tore through my skin I was reminded Of how far removed I am From the razor blades That once did the same. My body is the map of my life. The scars are a part of me, An...
distance

distance

I hate distance. Both the word And What it represents. I hate time And miles And measuring The separation Of loved ones Or long drives To old stomping grounds Turned unfamiliar. I hate how long it’s been Since I’ve seen her smile Or held her hand. That the distance...