I write to cope. To express. To filter, and to remember.
A compositional desert: heart heavy with words, mouth unattached and slack, fingers uncoordinated and resistant.
By Lorelei4 years ago in Poets
I’m listening to an audiobook right now. I don’t think anyone in my family has ever read it. I’m not sure how many of them would even pick it up. Why?
By Lorelei4 years ago in The Swamp
I am whole while the Orb is not breathless, it smothers my lungs handless, it squeezes my life force footless, it kicks over my dignity
When I was new to college, my younger sister asked me to get a sister tattoo with her. I said no because I thought tattoos were trashy, and one on the hand was definitely going to impede my achievements in life.
By Lorelei4 years ago in Families
