words and shit

You were the hush in my riot. The moonlight that spilled like secrets on my restless skin. You, soft edges and deep gravity— a stillness I never knew I was…

I fucking hate you. Not in that cute way— Not in that high school "ugh you’re so annoying" way— I mean skin-peeling, blood-boil, pray-for-my-restraint hate. I mean every cell in…

In the soft hush between tides, where the sand remembers better than we do, I sat tonight—barefoot, still, watching the ghost of you walk the shoreline. You weren’t really there,…

He woke up with the coquí’s song stuck in his throat, tongue dry like sun-bleached coral, heart still marinating in the vinegar of her leaving. She left in a whirlwind—…