words and shit

i remember you said i’d never change. and maybe you were right. maybe i’ve always been a little too quick to burn and too slow to learn how to stay…

We never met at the altar—they burned that down before we were born. We met in the smolder, in the space between protest chants and whispered prayers, on the street…

I will not flinch. Not from the ache in my bonesnor the heaviness that gathers in the folds of my spirit.This pain—raw, holy, and uninvited—has set up camp in the…

I walk with a furnace under my ribs.A red beast pacing behind my teeth.Sheer voltage in my palms,heat in my hips,lightning nesting at the base of my spine—and still, I…