Pinnedwritingpress the words in the window where anyone can read without knocking you out cold.Jan 2, 20221Jan 2, 20221
Pinnedthe things to writei hate the things to write about. a hostage. a gun. a donut a long line for donuts. a gun. yesterday a man followed me six blocks…Jan 16, 20221Jan 16, 20221
rulesi follow every rule you grew until the color drained from my eyes and i started to hear, underneath— the frayed buzzing of desperation3d ago3d ago
lockdown v2here’s another button for you to push, little thing. this is the sugar at the tip of your lip, the kindness you sold for a joke, your blind…Nov 13Nov 13
lockdownanother dark button to push little thing. it’s the sugar at the tip of your lip, the attention you gave up with your eyes. and — BAM! you…Nov 13Nov 13
somsometimes in the dead cold scared you wonder how a heart still beats but there you hear it, like a measure of time not still, not…Nov 9Nov 9
strei am alone as a kite on a string. the sky scarfs me. the wind carries away the peace. but still i stretch as far as i can go even…Nov 6Nov 6
