#write bloody

You know, when things get bad I can feel the mirror shrinking. Can feel you peel off my skin like fruit rind, grind at my husk until I am citrus seed, until I am nothing but the peach pit pearl, until I am nothing but lemon peel, until I am nothing but the sour in your mouth, until I am nothing there, anymore.

The Resounding Humanity of Sarah Kay's 'No Matter the Wreckage'

there's no such thing as a horizon. the sun doesn't move from its spot. that's a lie they told you when you were younger: that something was at the center of it all.

Every star in existence came from some night sky. Our moon is just a piece of planet wanting to be called home.

Lord, bless my tongue and the songs buried in it, this holy howling bedroom gospel. Chewing grief into a mouthful of accordions.

The world is big and empty and fake and I don't have time to have regrets.

Remember: your name is a seed that/ your body grew from.

          It's all a trick of language.      Anything can be a field if you walk through it. Anywhere can become you      once you forget how you got there.