I missed the night.IMG_3698

I smoked passion flower,

left a water bottle open in my bag,

slept with lipstick and glitter

for 12 hours and it’s still not enough.

You were in my dream–

at least a part of you was.

My childhood fish friend decided to move in with me.

It’s always dark now,

in every dream,

Blue, Black, Grey silvers of light

form the non-existing moon bounce off of puddles and trees.

I want to hide.

I want to be seen.

I don’t know which one I want more.

I am surrounded by vomit,


and sleepiness,

and disappointment.

When did everything I write become so dark?



I wish someone would saw my insides out.

Hack me down like an old oak tree

Finally, let out

these butterflies

rotting in my gut.

I can’t eat.

I can’t sleep.

Zak told me to take everything with a grain of salt.

I told him I love the taste too much.