Dripping Sweat

The gym lights hum over our bodies, your skin glistening like metal, mine catching the shine.Every movement pulls me closer to you, not just your body, but the weight you…

I’m glad March is over.

The month that whispered promisesand delivered storms instead,that kept my hands raw from holding onto things that weren’t mine to keep. I am gladfor the mornings I spentwatching the sky…

never lonely

The wind moves across the ridgeslike a memory I almost remember.Stone waits, patient, unchanging,and I watch the sun spill goldover the quiet bones of the earth. I have walked this…

metronome

I watched the IV drip sway like a metronome,counting each beep as if it were a sermon.Outside, the wind rattled the window like applausefor something I’d never performed. I told…